Monday, 22 August 2011

A story from the web...

The story really begins about six years ago when my 
husband introduced a little fantasy to me in our 
bedroom. His latest dream work was to watch me and 
another man! Well I have to say that I was more then a 
bit shocked, I am not a prude or anything and have 
always encouraged my husband to openly talk about his 
fantasies but this one was different. 

We were both about 40 at the time and married for almost 
15 years so I don't even remember what its like to be 
with anyone other then my husband. He continued his 
story and I actually felt a little bad for him because 
he sensed my negative reaction and was looking kind of 
excited and embarrassed at the same time. I quickly 
figured that if I told him I thought he was just a tad 
sick I would risk him never sharing anything again so 
instead I played along.

He really wasn't looking for much and all he wanted me 
to do was let him pretend to be a masseuse that would 
give me a massage and at some point make a pass at me. A 
massage sounded great so I figured why not. He had me 
lay on the bed in my panties and covered my back with a 
towel and proceeded to massage me for what had to be two 
hours. He would come close to touching me in a private 
area but never really on it, well this was driving me 
crazy! It must have been the longest session of foreplay 
we had ever had. He pretended to catch a glimpse of my 
body as I flipped over or as he moved the towel. Then 
without warning he started to massage my breasts and I 
playing the very turned on wife allowed him and said 
nothing. Well his fantasy ended by slipping his hand 
under my panties and I came in an instant after all the 
build up.

After the role-play we made love and it was great. He 
was so hard and the extended foreplay had me on 
overdrive. A few hours later we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he left early to play golf and I just 
hung out at home. I thought a lot about our little role-
play I found myself thinking of different scenarios to 
play out with him. 

We continued to play out our little role-plays from time 
to time over the next couple of years. I found myself 
not only enjoying it but also using it to my advantage. 
My husband has never been a very big take-charge guy in 
bed but when we role-played a fantasy he would be 
incredible so whenever I wanted some good and long 
lasting sex I would bring up a role-play idea. We tried 
many different scenarios and as we did the fantasy would 
go further. We went from just the touching massage to 
oral sex and eventually we were role-playing me having 
sex with another. In his fantasy sometimes he would 
imagine himself watching from in the room or a closet or 
sometimes pretend I was just cheating and he was not 

Then next stage of our little role-plays would happen 
after what at the time seemed like a pretty 
insignificant incident. We had a good friend named Mike 
that was staying with us for a couple of days while on a 
business trip. One morning as we were all scurrying to 
get ready for work he walked in to our bedroom to ask my 
husband a question thinking I was in the shower and to 
his surprise I was getting dressed and my husband was 
the one in the shower. I was sitting at the dresser 
fixing my hair wearing only a bra and panties at the 
time. He looked at me and his face turned various shades 
of red and then he said he was sorry and ran out. I 
didn't think anything of it since I wasn't naked and my 
bra and panties covered not much less then a bathing 
suit. Later that night I told my husband about it 
thinking that Mike was a bit embarrassed. My husband 
made light of it during dinner with him and I thought 
that was that. 

Well was I ever wrong, later that night my husband 
wanted to role-play our little fantasy but this time he 
wanted to pretend he was Mike. This was the first time 
we actually gave a name or face to this fantasy guy of 
ours. I was a little spooked because I knew this was all 
related to him seeing me but I went with it and had a 
great time. During the role-play he wanted me to tell 
him word for word what happened, since the incident had 
lasted a second he asked me to exaggerate a little. So 
the story became more involved with me having on only 
panties and Mike lingering talking to me while we 
exchanged glances. Well once again my husband rewarded 
me with on great night of sex. 

The next morning my husband made a comment that the 
whole idea of our Mike seeing me was so sexy he wouldn't 
mind it happening again. I was kind of floored by this 
and didn't know how to take it but the whole thing was 
making me feel pretty sexy.

I spent most of the day wondering what if anything I 
should do. Later that night a while after we had gone to 
bed I got a chance to do something and I surprised my 
self by doing it. My husband and I had been in bed for a 
while and I heard our Mike go into the bathroom between 
the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. Mustering all 
my courage, I decided to pretend not knowing he was 
already in the bathroom and go out in the hall. I was 
wearing a short chemise that was a bit sheer with 
panties underneath. I waited till I heard him start to 
open the door and then walked to the door. The timing 
was near perfect as we bumped into each other in the 
dark hallway. Naturally he was startled and in the 
commotion his hand brushed against my breast. I almost 
fell and he pulled me into his arms to keep me from 
collapsing from the collision. He was wearing shorts and 
his body felt warm against mine. He was very surprised 
and a bit embarrassed but did sneak a nice look. I tried 
covering up a bit with my hands and giggled as he said 
we have to stop meeting like this.

Well hubby was ready to explode when I got back to the 
bedroom and so was I. 

Mike left and we continued to have our role-plays but 
now they were more specific about people and how the 
seductions occurred. They also frequently had the theme 
that I was somehow caught partially nude to start. The 
partial nudity I had shared with our friend had turned 
me on quite a bit. I had never been a very sexy dresser 
or anything like that so I was surprised that I had 
enjoyed it. My husband had also liked it and I had a 
feeling he would want me to repeat it at some point.

A few months had past and we planned a short trip to 
Cancun, I was looking forward to a nice relaxing time 
but my husband kept talking about the topless beaches. 
I was not at all crazy about walking around topless but
I also knew he would wear me down on the issue.

The short four-day vacation started pretty normal as we 
spent the first day lounging at the pool and relaxing. 
In the afternoon I decided to play some volleyball so I 
went down to the beach while Ken went over to the bar. I 
stood and watched a few people playing and a younger 
very cute Hispanic man looked at me and asked if I 
wanted to play. He introduced himself as Carlos and 
positioned me on the team. Well we played a couple of 
games and when it was over Carlos walked back to the 
pool with me and I introduced him to Ken. Carlos left 
quickly and we finished our day with a nice dinner. 

The next morning at breakfast we ran into Carlos and 
ended up sitting by him at a large table. We chatted 
quite a bit with Ken as usual just looking on. It turned 
out he was in the Navy and on some much needed vacation. 
He was feeling a bit lost because his buddy was supposed 
to come along but had to cancel at the last minute so he 
came solo. We finished breakfast and went our separate 

Ken quickly started to ask about going over to the south 
side of the beach and going topless. I wasn't that 
comfortable with it but knowing that I would never see 
anyone there again I gave in. We walked over to the 
beach and set some towels down and I removed my top. At 
first I laid on my stomach trying to hide a bit but as 
time went on I rolled over and didn't feel that awkward. 
Ken sat up trying to catch guys looking as they walked 
by. Then as I was lying with my eyes closed soaking up 
the sun I felt a presence and a shadow I opened my eyes 
to see Carlos standing over us saying hello. I started 
to blush a bit and was a bit tongue-tied. He simply 
chatted a little about the weather and how great the 
water was. I didn't know whether to cover up or what. 

Carlos stayed for no more then a minute or two and then 
left us. As he left I was feeling a wide range of 
emotions. I felt a bit embarrassed and at the same time 
aroused at being exposed like that. Ken started telling 
me how hot it was for him to have a stranger standing 
there talking to me with my breasts exposed although he 
was a bit disappointed because Carlos appeared to be a 
true gentleman as he didn't stare. Well I don't have to 
tell you that later that afternoon we had a very hot 
role-play which included Carlos and our beach scene.

After our sex session Ken started talking about how 
great it would be to watch me hang with Carlos on the 
beach and maybe allow something to happen. I was taken 
back a bit but he quickly stated that he didn't want 
anything crazy just some flirting. I dismissed it and we 
continued our day. At night while having dinner Carlos 
saw us and came over to say hello. As we chatted for a 
few minutes my husband to my surprise mentioned that he 
was going to take a tour of some historical sites that 
would last a few hours. Carlos asked why I wasn't going 
and I said I preferred to get some sun or play some 
volleyball. After a few more minutes Carlos left and ken 
and I had a little argument. I was a bit pissed that he 
took it upon himself to arrange for me to be alone like 
that but in the end it sounded like it might be fun and 
harmless so Ken said he would spend a few hours watching 
from a far and then I could fill him in on conversations 
and anything he missed.

Well the next day I was feely very sexy about what it 
would be like. Ken pretended to leave and I walked to 
the beach. I went over to the topless section of the 
beach and laid my towel down and removed my top. I lay 
out for a while and then I heard Carlos say good morning 
Carol. I opened my eyes and said hi. He laid a towel 
down next to mine and laid down, we proceeded to chat 
away like we had known each other for a long time, he 
told me about places he had been to with the navy. 

After a while I noticed that Carlos was a little 
different then he had been around my husband, he would 
glance at my breasts, and while talking with his hands 
would casually tap my shoulder or arm. Then he mentioned 
that I was starting to turn red, he moved behind me as I 
was sitting up and said he would do my back. He put some 
nice lotion on my back and massaged in quite well but 
never went any further but did brush the sides of my 
breasts just a bit. He watched intently however as I did 
the rest of my body.

A while later he suggested a jump in the water and I 
went along. We swam around for a while and at one point 
splashed each other a bit, which cause him to kind of 
wrestle me a little and throw me under. When he did that 
he accidentally or on purpose brushed me a few times 
against my breasts and pretty much grabbed my ass. We 
went back to the towels and at that point I was pretty 
horny and wanted to go back to the room and wait for Ken 
so I mentioned that Ken should be coming back and I 
wasn't sure how he would feel about me being there 
topless alone with Carlos. He said he understood with a 
sly little smile and we headed back to my room. 

He walked me to the door and said goodbye but tried to 
kiss me, I was kind of surprised but was so aroused at 
that point that I returned it my opening my mouth for a 
few seconds then broke the kiss. I walked in the room 
and couldn't believe what I had just done. Ken came in a 
while later and we spent the next 5 hours in the room 
talking about what happened and having the hottest sex 
we had ever had.

The next day, which was our last, we saw Carlos and hung 
out with him for a while but I felt a little awkward 
about what I felt. Anyway we said our goodbye and traded 
email addresses. Now we have traded addresses with 
people before we have met on vacation and then when we 
got back to real life never had the time to stay in 
touch but Carlos would prove to be different.

We started exchanging emails with Carlos almost 
immediately after returning home. Ken was always busy 
with work and before long the dialogue was just between 
Carlos and me. We talked about everything in those 
messages. He told me about his mom's poor health, his 
sister's abusive husband, the places he had traveled 
around the world, and how homesick he was at times. In 
return each message I would give him words of 
encouragement and before long we were close, albeit 
long-distance friends.

After a few months had past one of his emails talked 
about the kiss and his desire that day. I wanted to tell 
him how aroused the kiss had made me. I even thought 
about sharing with Carlos the fantasy that Ken and I had 
been playing. Ken even said that I should tell Carlos 
how excited he had made me. But that would have been 
fantasy and this was reality. I wrote back and told him 
it was nothing more then kiss between two friends. I 
know Ken and Carlos were probably disappointed.

We continued exchanging emails for a few months. I let 
my guard down a little while Carlos was on a long sea 
duty. Our conversations began to be more sexual in 
nature. It was so easy to share things with him I guess 
because I felt safe knowing he was far away. One night 
while writing a message to Carlos, Ken came in and read 
the message then without my knowledge attached a picture 
of me wearing a bikini he had taken in Cancun. Carlos 
was very appreciative of the photograph. Truthfully I 
wasn't aggravated with Ken for sending it. During the 
months we discussed Carlos long periods without sex. He 
admitted masturbating while thinking about me and 
looking my picture. It was very arousing that he felt 
that way about me, but I disregarded it whenever I wrote 

His tour of sea came to an end. I didn't hear from him 
for about a week, and then a message came. The Navy was 
sending him to specialized training in Wichita and he 
had saved up his leave and could visit with us fir a few 
days. Without thinking I said of course.

I told Ken about my mixed feelings about the whole 
thing. Ken made it clear that he was past the fantasy 
stage and felt we were both ready to take the next step. 
He didn't have to explain what the ext step was. He felt 
Carlos was perfect due to his position in life, young 
single and in the Navy, if it didn't work out we could 
easily never see him again as opposed to our friend Mike 
for instance who would be a constant reminder of what we 
had done.

I was perfectly content with our fantasy role-play. Of 
course Carlos was the perfect person. He had defiantly 
charmed me during the past few months. But I just didn't 
think I would have the courage to do what was expected. 
Maybe some flirting or touching and nothing more, that 
would be okay. But what if it developed into more than 
just petting and kissing, what if Carlos wanted more? In 
the back of my mind was an even more troubling fear, 
what effect would this leave on our marriage.

I insisted it had to happen spontaneously with Carlos 
being the aggressor. I also felt strongly that Carlos 
could never know that Ken was in on the plan. This was 
important because it gave me an out. If things went 
sour, Ken could race in and rescue me from Carlos. Also, 
I could end the relationship by saying for the sake of 
my marriage I could never let myself be tempted again.

After a couple of days we finally agreed that Ken would 
give Carlos and I some space and if it happened great if 
not then so be it. I told Ken that even if nothing 
happened at the very least he would be able to watch me 
flirt with Carlos for a few days in our own home.

The day came and in the interest of giving us space and 
since hubby was working that day I drove to pick him up. 
It was a two-hour drive home so it gave us time to chat. 
When he greeted me I got a warm hug and a peck on the 
lips but in the car the conversation was pretty basic. 
Unlike emails now we were face to face and it was harder 
to discuss sexual things and that was fine with me.

We arrived at our house and by then my husband was home 
making dinner on the grill. We spent that evening pretty 
much just talking about places he had been to and stuff. 
For Ken's sake I tried when possible to stand or sit 
close to Carlos and flirt a little but he as usual was a 
gentleman with my husband present. I got the guest room 
ready for him and we all went to bed, before I did I 
made sure to walk around the house a little in my 
nightshirt, which Ken of course loved.

The plan for the next day was simple, Ken would pretend 
to go to work and I would take Carlos to see a few 
sites. This would give us a nice day out and maybe 
something would happen when we got home and Ken could 
watch from outside the house. Ken woke me up and told me 
he was leaving and I got up and started to make some 
coffee and stuff. As I was doing this Carlos who must 
have known Ken had left came out of the guest room and 
into the kitchen, I was a bit surprised that he was 
wearing nothing more then his boxers. I said good 
morning and acted like I didn't even notice.

I started to serve some coffee and breakfast and as I 
did I noticed how he looked at me. He started telling me 
about how much he desired me and how many times he had 
masturbated to my picture. I was a bit shocked at this 
but I guess I shouldn't have been, he had become very 
open in his emails and with my husband off to work (or 
so Carlos thought) he felt comfortable talking this way. 
I tried a few times to change the subject as I sat at 
the table with him but it was difficult.

Then came his request, he told me he understood that I 
was married and didn't want anything to come between my 
husband and I but he desired me so much and he knew that 
I also had enjoyed his attentions. He proposed something 
simple as he put it, I would expose myself either naked 
or at least topless since he had already seen me this 
way and he would masturbate with me in the room.

Well, I was shocked at how easy he'd said it but I 
quickly realized that it was a perfect way to do 
something with him while still not going all the way.

I agreed and we finished breakfast and went to my 
bedroom. Once there he slowly removed his boxers 
exposing hard cock that looked huge! I don't have a lot 
of exp with other men but I had never seen anything like 
it. I was about 8 or 9 inches and really thick. I know 
size doesn't matter but his cock was so arousing to just 
look at! He lay down on the bed and asked if I had a 
little hand cream. 

I got it from the bathroom and handed it to him. I then 
pulled my nightshirt off exposing my breasts and my 
white panties. I stood there as he started to stroke 
himself wondering if I should go totally nude. After 
about a minute I smiled and peeled off my panties and of 
course blushed a bit. I lay down on the bed so I could 
watch him. I lay there as he continued to touch himself 
and make it even harder. 

I was getting so hot watching and I wanted to touch it. 
I watched for a while longer as he started to moan a bit 
and got up the nerve to reach out and lightly touch it. 
As I did he removed his hand and I took over slowly 
stroking his penis. I did this for a while and as I did 
he slid his hand over and started playing with one of my 
nipples. I have very sensitive nipples and that was all 
I needed to lose all sense of reality. He played with 
both of them and I lost all perspective at that point, I 
reached my head down and took his head in my mouth. 

He let out a great moan as I did, I was like a kid with 
a lollipop, licking and sucking like I had never seen a 
cock before. It didn't take long for him to shoot a huge 
load of cum in my mouth, I usually don't care for sperm 
and either move my mouth off or spit it out a quick as I 
can but I savored his sperm like it was ice cream. I 
took every last drop in and licked his shaft clean. 
After he came he put me down and started to suck my 
breasts, kiss me deeply. He ran his tongue all over my 
body finally stopping at my clit. He played with it for 
what seemed like just a few seconds and then stopped. I 
moaned for him not to stop as I was so ready to orgasm 
but instead he came up and put his cock inside me.

Wow I remember thinking, I don't know if it was my state 
of arousal or its sheer size but did it feel good! He 
started fucking me and I came instantly, it was 
wonderful, my legs wrapped around his back taking him 
deep inside me. Then as my orgasm started to subside I 
started Cumming again, I had never had a multiple orgasm 
like that. I was bouncing both of us off the bed it was 
so good. He continued fucking me after my orgasm for 
about an hour, different positions and hot steamy 
touching and kissing. I had two more orgasms before he 
exploded inside me with a roaring orgasm. 

We laid in bed for a while after exhausted talking about 
what had happened, then it hit me that Ken was somewhere 
outside looking at us. How was he I thought, as fear 
kind of set in?

Kens View,

I hadn't seen much of what happened as they had 
breakfast but when I saw them head to the bedroom I was 
startled. I never imagined anything would happen right 
away since they were supposed to go out for the day. I 
went around the house and got in position to peek in the 
bedroom and when I did I saw that Carlos was lying in 
the bed with what looked like a flagpole sticking up in 
the air.

Carol was just standing there with a knee on the bed and 
all of the sudden took off her nightshirt. I couldn't 
believe it; she was so turned on by Carlos that they 
barely waited for me to leave. I was feeling just a bit 
Jealous to be honest but at that point my lust was still 
winning out.

I watched, as he appeared to be jerking off, she stood 
at the edge of the bed in nothing but her panties 
watching him. I few second had past and she slipped off 
her panties and joined him on the bed. I didn't have a 
great view of the whole bed but I could see him still 
jerking himself off. Then I saw her hand come over to 
his cock and start to play with it, I even thought I 
heard a moan from him as she did. She played with it for 
a few minutes and then abruptly I saw her face come 
towards his cock and take him in her mouth.

I was so hard at that point I thought I would cum 
without even touching myself. She sucked him like a girl 
in a porn movie, very different then she would do it to 
me I thought. Then his body started to spasm and I saw 
her taking his cum in her mouth and swallowing. He came 
for what seemed like forever and after he was done she 
licked every drop off his shaft.

I was feeling a bit sick, she had never liked cum much, 
she rarely ever let me cum in her mouth and if she did, 
she would quickly dispose of it. After she was done she 
seemed to lie back down and Carlos got of on top, I 
didn't have a great view but I think they were kissing 
and stuff.

I sat there, as my jealousy had gotten a bit stronger. I 
saw his head work its way down to her navel and get lost 
between her legs. He was down there for a while and then 
he came up and I realized that he was about to insert 
his flagpole inside her. I saw as he did and started to 
fuck her, she instantly started to make sounds that I 
could hear by the window. I could tell by her movements 
and sounds that she was having an orgasm, I don't know 
how but the orgasm continued for a really long time as 
if she had more then one. Her body was convulsing and 
her moans were loud. Carlos seemed in control just 
fucking her enjoying every minute.

After her long orgasm I jerked off and came with a very 
intense orgasm. After I felt very awkward, cumming had 
cooled down my lust and now I just felt jealous. I 
looked in and saw she had gotten on top of him, I got a 
perfect view of his cock as it disappeared inside her, I 
watched her ride him for a while but I just couldn't 
watch her moan and groan over his cock anymore so I 
walked away from the window. I debated what to do at 
that point and decided that I had seen enough so I 
walked back to my car, which was around the corner and 
took a ride.

I looked around the house but couldn't see Ken. Carlos 
said he was going to shower so I put on a robe and 
looked for Ken, when I couldn't find him I called his 
Cell and he answered. He said he was okay but was kind 
of glad I was finished. He quickly told me he was coming 
home. I told Carlos who was in the shower that Ken had 
called and was on his way home from the office. 

The rest of the day was spent together and it wasn't 
till that night that I actually got to be alone with 
Ken. We talked about what happened and I could tell that 
it wasn't quite what he expected but I also realized 
that he did enjoy parts of it. We talked and he got 
turned on and we had some great tender sex that night. 

I am not sure we will repeat our little adventure as 
Carlos left the next day but I am very glad we tried it. 
Ken has gotten over his jealous feelings with Carlos 
thousands of miles away and I will never forget a very 
incredible morning of sex.

About last night...

Our conversations seem to be getting better and better! Last night my wife offered me a hand job as she is on her periods. I love her handjobs - the best ever. So, there she was giving me an awesome handjob and chatting about my fantasy when she admitted that the thing she would most like is to have another man go down on her. I asked her what he would look like and she said she didn't care! As long as he was attractive! Previously, when i had asked her the same question about having sex, she was quite specific but when it comes to cunnilingus she is not bothered - I am taking that as a great sign and something to concentrate on! She also said she wants me in the room when she gets fucked for the first time so that I can stop it at any time....

I think I should now centre my fantasies around that. I am also thinking of inviting my cousin around who has previously fucked not 1 but 3 of my girlfriends! He knows about my fantasy, but my wife is not too keen on him because of his drinking. He is very attractive but is not very well endowed :(

I reckon if I can keep him sober and start a drinking game with all of us one night I may be able to get something to happen. He left for Spain yesterday but will be back in two weeks - I said to him on Saturday that we should get together when he gets back....

Wednesday, 17 August 2011


Will he look big in this?

Are you sure I do not look too slutty?

Do you think your friend will like my outfit?

I think you better go before he comes...

I can't wait for your friend to cum..

I hope he likes my top

My husband is fast asleep...

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

About last night...

It is usually the smallest things that makes my sexual adrenaline surge and last night was one of those times! We were making love and I said that I think she has outgrown me and she agreed. next I said I wished I had a bigger cock - again she agreed. When she was close she begged me to fuck her like a real man and give her the cock she deserved! It was a good session.

It was after the session that she really got me going. Usually, after we have finished and the sexual high is gone, we do not discuss it much - but last night, long after we had finished I said to her "imagine how exciting it would be to have a lover" and she said "It is so difficult to find a man in this country that I am attracted to" - That single sentence meant so much to me and blew my mind. It means so many different things....

One of the things I have done differently is during sex speaking to her about how exciting the initial contact would be. I explained how she would be sitting talking to the guy and knowing she would be fucking him later. I explained how excited she would be feeling and compared it to how she felt on our first date. She often talks how she misses the excitement we had in the beggining and I recreated that for her in the fantasy. I talked about her getting wet imagining what would happen later and made her imagine being in that position. This made her VERY horny and I think it is a great way to sell the idea to a reluctant wife :) I really think I am on the right track.

I also said to her in the car the other day that I saw a perfect lover for her while I was waiting for her in the car park and then discribed him to her.... she liked what she heard.

Thursday, 11 August 2011


Circle of cuckolds - part 3 - a story from the web

Bruce couldn't take his eyes of this scene of seduction taking place across the room. It was humiliating to him, but at the same time he felt himself reacting. When they broke the kiss and Linda stood up, he was confused. When she started walking toward him, he stood up, hoping his semi-erection wasn't visible.

"Hi, sweetie," she said. "Having fun?"

"Fun? Well, you seem to be," he said with a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"Don't be a like that. We agreed to give this a try. I hope you don't mind if I..."

She removed the collar from her pocket and reached up to put it around his neck.

"Honey, do we have to.."

"Shhhh. Now turn around so I can lock it in place." He did as she requested and heard the little lock close. "Not too tight, I hope. Now, sweetie, you know what you're supposed to do when I put this on you, don't you?"

"Go out to the terrace and sit in the circle?" – he asked.

"Exactly. Hurry now. You can't be in the house when you're wearing that."

"But what are you..."

"I'm going to spend some time with James. Now go."

Bruce hung his head and headed to the patio without looking at anyone. It was the longest walk of his life. He was certain that everyone was looking at him and smiling. And he was right.

Outside there were three men already seated in chairs arranged facing inward in a circle with a diameter of about ten feet.. He took a seat with as many chairs separating him from the others as possible.

"Congratulation!" said a young man who looked to be in his very early 20s.

"Thanks. I guess," he responded.

"Your medallion is facing backward," the young man said.

"Huh?" said Bruce, looking down at his chest.

"The medallion. It has to face outward so the letter can be seen.:

"Oh," said Bruce. He flipped the round medallion around. The letters "BC" were engraved on it.

"What does that stand for," asked Bruce.

"Some people think it means "Being Cuckolded." But it really stands for "Black-Cuckolded."

Bruce was speechless.

"My name is Jimmy," he said.


"So who's your wife with?" – asked Jimmy.

"His name is James."

"Wow! Lucky you!"

Why he was lucky, Bruce had no idea.

"Why lucky?" he asked.

"Well, James is only one of the top three men in the group, that's why. My wife, Julia, and I were here five times before she finally got to be with James. This is your first time, right?"

"Yeah," said Bruce.

"Well, you'll definitely be back. Your wife is going to one happy camper. I hope she likes'em big, because James is hung like you wouldn't believe."

Jimmy held his two hands apart about 10 inches.

"Your wife is going to think she died and went to heaven. And she will. She may not be able to walk for a week, but she'll definitely be bringing you back. That's for sure."

"May I ask how old you are?" said Bruce.

"I'm 22 and Julia is 21."

"And you're already getting into this kind of thing at such a young age?"

"Well, we were just lucky, I guess. My wife's aunt is a member, if you can believe that. She's about your age. Anyway, for some reason she got the idea of inviting us to come to the club. I thought it was going to be some swinging thing."

"And you're okay with it?"

"Well, to tell the truth, at first I wasn't. But Julia was so happy it was worth it. And when I got the chance to see her with one of the men, I could see why. It was James, as a matter of fact. When he fucked her in our bed at home, it was like nothing I'd ever seen. I mean, I was shocked. And Julia went crazy like something I'd never seen. So I figure we're lucky. She's getting the best sex imaginable from an early age. Most people don't get to have this until they're, well, your age. You really can't go back."

"Well," said Bruce. He wondered if Linda and James had already gone upstairs to one of the room.

"So these guys sometimes, uh, come to your house"

"Sure. But only after you're a member officially. And you've committed to the club. And acknowledged the men of the club. And told your wife that you support her and recognize that only these men can give her what she needs and deserves. You have to humble yourself a lot to get to that point, and when you see her with one of them, you know what humility really is."

Bruce noticed that the other two men were listening in on the conversation. Both were about his age.

"Hi," he said. "Bruce."


"Emmit. Glad to meat you. My wife is with Leroy."

"Ouch," said Ralph. "First time?"

"Yeah. Kind of weird, but Lori was so excited."

"So what's the deal with Leroy?" asked Bruce.

"Leroy," volunteered Ralph, "is only nineteen years old. Younger than our children. My wife hasn't been with him yet, but she's working on it. Boundless energy, gets it up all night, and has these huge balls. Plus, he's good looking and smart. We're trying like crazy to get him to come to our house."

At that moment, another husband stepped out onto the patio and approached the circle.

"Hi, guys! You're on, Ralph." Ralph stood up, said good-bye and headed into the house.

"Hi," said Bruce. "I'm Bruce."

"Owen," said the newcomer.

"So why did Ralph leave"



"Your first time here?" – asked Owen.


"Who's your wife with?"

"James," responded Bruce.

"Hey, nice going!"

"Uh, thanks."

"I saw James and someone heading upstairs and wondered who she was. Very attractive!"

"They went upstairs?"

"Sure. Where else? That's where it happens."

Bruce was struggling to deal with everything going on around him. It was all so new and, at this point, confusing. He couldn't help but wonder what Linda and James were up to at that moment.

"You asked about sheets?"

"Oh, yeah. What's that about?"

"Well," said answered Owen, "all the bedrooms get used more than once in an evening. So someone has to change the sheets. That someone is one of us hubbies."

"You're kidding!" – exclaimed Bruce. This was getting more and more unbelievable.

"Nope. Needless to say, there would be hell to pay if one of the men went into a room and the bed wasn't made up with clean sheets, towels, fresh bottles of water, clean glasses. We just call it sheets for short 'cause that's the main thing. We take turns. That and bartending are our main responsibility."

"That's pretty...I don't know," responded Bruce.

"Hey, it's not so bad. You're sitting in a dark corner on the second floor just resting most of the time. And those walls aren't totally soundproof, so you hear some heavy moaning and crying. Sometimes it works out that you're on sheets when your own wife is being fucked by one of the men.

"Anyway, when a couple comes out of one of the rooms, you wait until they've headed downstairs. You keep your eyes down. Don't look them in the face. That's a violation of their privacy. If they speak to you, just answer 'yes, sir" or 'yes, ma'am." Even if it's your wife, which was kind of embarrassing at first, when you're not used to it, not yet totally committed."

"Huh!" grunted Bruce.

"Anway," continued Owen, "as soon as they're out of sight, you go to the pantry, get out a set of clean sheets and towels. Go to the room, change the sheets, put out the clean towels, remove the used water bottles and glasses. Get new ones from the pantry. If the candles have burned down or almost burned down, replace them. Then get back to your chair and wait for the next room and do the same thing all over again."

Bruce leaned back and pondered all he had heard. He couldn't help thinking about Linda and wondering how James must have reacted when he saw the sexy underthings his wife had bought for the occasion. It must be nice, he thought, to have guys delivering their wives to you for your pleasure. Not too long ago, after all, it had been Bruce and his friends who were enjoying each other's sexy wives. For the time being at least this wasn't in the cards.

Circle of Cuckolds - Part 2 - A story from the web

"Oh yeah," he replied noncommittally.

"What about?"

"You know – about the Circle parties."



"Bruce! Stop playing games with me! What do you think?"

Bruce was completely taken aback at the tone of his wife's voice.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said weakly. "It was...uh...interesting. He seems okay with it."

"And how about you?"

"What do you mean?"

Linda only had to cock an eyebrow at him to make him realize that she didn't appreciate his evasions.

"Oh...I don't know. It's really different..."

"Yes, of course. How does Jim feel about Black men fucking his wife?"

"Linda! Do you have to talk like that?"

"Just answer the question."

"Well, he seems almost ... proud of her," he said finally.

"Do you think those men would even be interested in me, anyway?" she asked.

"Honey, are you kidding?"

Linda crossed her legs for Bruce's benefit.

"I mean, Marie says the Black men at those parties are not only super well-endowed, but also good looking. They can have their pick of women!"

"Darling, you're—"

"Anyway," she interrupted, "I think it might be interesting to go to one of the parties just to see what the people are like. We don't have to do anything. We might just end up having drinks and deciding it's not for us. You know?"


"Did Jim tell you about the circle?"

"Yeah, he did."

"I think it's a cute idea!"

"Well, of course. You wouldn't be out there."

"No," she admitted, "I wouldn't. The parties are focused on white married woman and Black men. It is very sweet, though, that Jim and Bill are so supportive of Marie and Sarah that they willingly take them to Circle parties. I mean, that's real devotion. And self-confidence."

"I guess you're right..."

"So what do you say? Shall we drop in and see what the fuss is about. We can always take in a movie if we're bored."

"Yeah, why not? A movie would be fun anyway."

"Are you sure you're up for one of these parties, Bruce? Because if you're not, I'll understand."

"No, no, I am. If Jim and Bill say it's okay, then it must be."

"God, you get me so hot when you show me how much you love me that way. I'm so lucky!"

These words lifted Bruce's mood and made him glad that he had agreed to go along. Anything to lift her spirits, he thought.

"But," added Linda, "I do want you to think about it. About me...the meaning of the Circle...yourself sitting in the circle on the patio. Will you do that?"

"Sure I will."

"Great! I want you to think about what it means very seriously while you. . . " Linda opened the blanket on her lap and let it hang down over her legs to the tiles on the ground. " . . . do what you did for me last night."

Bruce was stunned that Linda would ask for that two nights in a row. It didn't seem right. He hesitated.


"I'm sorry. I was just thinking."

"I just told you what I wanted you to think about. Now please do it. Now!"

Linda smiled triumphantly as her husband, eyes cast downward, lowered himself to the ground and crawled in front of her . . . again.

Bruce had very mixed feelings as he lowered his head under the blanket and crawled forward. Linda had always enjoyed sex and went along with the swinging parties for the last couple of years. But she had never very outspoken about sex, and certainly never took the initiative. Now, for the second time in two days, she was almost insisting that he please her orally. This both excited him and made him nervous at the same time. At the moment, with his face between her widely spread legs, he was mainly excited. He leaned forward and made contact with her surprisingly wet pussy with his lips.

"Ooooh, that's nice," moaned Linda.

Although her voice sounded muffled to Bruce, he got the message and began gently lapping at his wife's slit with his tongue.

Linda looked down at the blanket covering her legs and the round bulge of her husbands head below her belly. The feeling of being in control was almost as erotic as the sensations produced by Bruce's worshipping tongue. She put her hands on the blanket where his head was and pulled him tighter against herself.

"Oh, sweetie, that's so good. Don't stop."

Bruce had no intention of stopping, although having his face pushed so firmly against his wife's pussy made is harder for him to apply what he considered his outstanding oral techniques. Her voice caught his attention.

"Are you thinking about the Circle, hon?"

"Mmmnph," he said, nodding. Coherent speech was not an option with his tongue probing her pussy and his nose squashed against her pubic bone.

"I'll take that as a yes. Now think about a Black cock right where your tongue is!"

The words brought Bruce quickly back to the conversation that had led to what was going on at the moment. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn't avoid imagining a big Black cock entering his wife. Surprisingly he felt a twinge in his own little cock. Still, he wasn't sure he liked the idea. In the past, with their friends, he definitely had the better end of the deal since he got to enjoy his friends' very sexy wives. But none of the husbands posed a challenge or threat to his role with his own wife.

"Oohhhh," moaned Linda. "That's it, sweetie. Don't stop."

Bruce, sensing Linda's impending orgasm, wasn't about to stop. With the likelihood that she would soon have her first experience with an endowed Black Man hanging over him, it was important that he prove himself eager and able to satisfy her.

As Linda's orgasm began to overtake her, it was not her hubby that was in her mind, but the anticipation of someone much more powerful and virile. That thought, contrasted with the sight of Bruce on his knees under a blanket pleasing her with his tongue, gave her a since of power. And that, she had discovered, made her even hotter. She bucked hard up against his face and grabbed his head to pull him more forcefully against her, ignoring his muffled protest.

Finally, when she relaxed and began to catch her breath, she realized that her husbands face was still trapped between her thighs.

"Oh thank you, honey," she said, releasing him.

Bruce backed out from under the blanket, raised himself stiffly to his feet, and sat down in his chair. Just like the previous night, he seemed to avoid looking directly at Linda. He reached for a napkin and was about to dry his soaking and shiny face.

"Sweetie," she stopped him, "don't do that. I love the way you look right now. Okay?"

Linda was amazed that he went along with her, considering that her juices were now running down his neck.

"So," he finally said, "you still want to go to that party on Friday night?"

"You know what?" – she replied. "More than ever!"

* * * * * * * *

Friday night found Bruce and Linda driving to their first party of the Circle group. Linda was excited; Bruce had grave doubts.

"I'm not sure about this, honey," he said.

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport. You and the guys have had some of the sexiest women in the city to play with for years. Don't you think it's our turn?"

"I guess, but...I don't know."

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm sure it will be fine."

"Anyway," continued Bruce, "just remember that we don't have to do anything at all. It could just be a chance to check it out without, you know, participating."

Like that's going to happen – thought Linda.

They arrived at the almost mansion-like house half an hour later. The landscaping was expensive, including large torches lighting the front yard.

"How do I look?" – asked Linda.

"Terrific," said Bruce sincerely. In fact, he thought Linda had really gone out of her way in getting together that evening. Her sexiest low-cut dress and highest heels, a visit to the hair salon, and some new perfume. Bruce began to feel a tingle just looking at her and remembering their last evening on the patio.

His reverie was interrupted when the door opened. Before them stood a beautiful woman in her mid-40s, brunette, tall, and dressed to kill.

"Hi!" – she said. "You must be Linda and Bruce. Please come in. I'm Rachel."

In the foyer the lighting was subdued, but enhanced by several candles. Soft music and conversation were audible from another room.

"Linda," said Rachel, "you are as lovely as Marie said. I think you will be a most welcome addition to our little group." Bruce noticed that his hostess was addressing his wife, but not him.

"And here," continued Rachel, "is your Circle necklace and a key to the lock."

Bruce shifted uncomfortably as Linda dropped the chain necklace into her purse and put the plastic coil bracelet holding the key around her wrist.

"Not that I think that necklace will spend much time in your purse, if you know what I mean," laughed Rachel. Rachel joined in the laughter. Bruce looked away, unsure how to react to this joking at his expense.

"Come with me. I'll show you the bar. Marie is already here and looking forward to seeing you."

"Great," said Linda as she and Bruce followed their hostess into a large, dark-paneled room. It was, in fact, a large library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a fireplace. Set up at one end was a bar. Bruce noticed that the bartender, a man in his mid-40s, was wearing the same necklace as the one Linda had been given. Rachel noticed Bruce's curious look.

"He's wearing the necklace because he's one of the hubbies. Guys sent to the circle take turns tending bar and doing a couple of other things during the party."

"I see," said Bruce.

Standing before the bartender was a twenty-ish Black man with an attractive blonde woman in her 30s.

"Here is your champagne, ma'am," said the bartender, placing a flute of bubbly before him. "And here is your scotch, sir." It struck Bruce that the bartender was unusually polite.

Bruce and Linda ordered white wine, which was poured and served with admirable efficiency.

"Here you are, ma'am," said the barman as he placed Linda's drink before her on a napkin. "And here's your, buddy."

Buddy? – thought Bruce, What's that about.

"He's very polite," said Bruce to Rachel as they walked toward an open door of the library/bar.

"Of course. Just part of the tradition of manners and courtesy we encourage at our get-togethers. Hubbies usually address Black guests as "Sir" and all ladies as "ma'am," especially when serving at the bar," explained Rachel. "The woman he just now served?"

"Yeah," said Bruce. "What about her?"

"That's his wife."

"Your kidding!" responded Bruce, unable to conceal his surprise.

"Definitely not. She was with one of our special guests. Think how he would have felt if the bartender had been familiar with his companion. Therefore both of them were due respect. See?"

"Hey," said Linda, "I like that!"

"Well then," said Rachel, taking her by the arm and leading her through the door, "you have come to the right place."

They walked through a sitting area that also featured subdued lighting. A couple sat whispering to each other on a sofa in the corner. From this area they entered a very large room that could be described as a party room or perhaps a huge family room. There were five discernible sitting areas, a small corner bar, a dance floor, multiple sofa, all interspersed with potted trees. Candles and soft music completed the effect.

One side of the room featured French doors leading outside to a patio and illuminated swimming pool. There were perhaps twenty people in the room, primarily gathered in small groups.

"Linda!" It was Marie.

"Marie, hi," said Linda as the two of them embraced.

"I'm so glad you made it. You, too, Bruce," she added with a smile.

"Where's Jim," asked Bruce, hoping to latch onto someone familiar.

"Well," responded Marie, "actually he's out on the patio in the Circle."

"You mean..." began Linda.

"Right! Hold on. I'll introduce you. Don't move."

As Marie moved away, Bruce put his arm possessively around Linda's shoulders. She shrugged him off as Marie returned with a handsome young Black man in his 20s.

"Wow," whispered Linda to Bruce.

"Linda," said Marie, "this is Mitchell. Mitchell – this is my best friend, Linda."

"Well, well," said the man approvingly as he gave Linda a slow and open once-over. "Any friend of Marie's..."

"And this," she said, "is Bruce."

Bruce shook hands with the man, who squeezed his hand just enough to let him know who was stronger but without causing him to wince in pain.

"Linda," continued Marie in her usual breathless and enthusiastic manner, come with me. I want to introduce you to some one."

As Linda began following Marie and her friend, Bruce started to go after them. Marie paused just long enough to discourage him.

"Bruce, be a dear and wait here – okay? I promise you'll see her again."

Linda looked a Marie but didn't protest Bruce's being given the "Stay!" command.

Marie led Linda over to a corner of the room where a small group of people were standing and chatting. Rather than joining to group, she tapped a tall Black man on the shoulder to get his attention. When he turned around, Linda saw a very handsome man in his mid-30s with an athlete's physique. He allowed his gaze to take in Linda in a very leisurely way that made her blush.

"James," said Marie, "this is my friend Linda that I was telling you about. Linda, James." James took Linda's hand in his an squeezed it warmly.

"Well, well, Marie," he said, "you didn't do the lady justice."

"Nice to meet you, James," said Linda, who was suddenly feeling very warm all over and hoped her face wasn't red.

"Would you take Linda in hand for a while? I need to go free my hubby from the Circle for a few minutes."

"Of course," said James, winking at Linda. "She will be in good hands." A Marie walked away, the Black Adonis led Linda over to a love seat on the other side of the room and sat down with her. Linda felt the warmth of his legs against her and took a sip of champagne.

"So where's your hubby, Linda?" he asked.

"That's him sitting over by the door looking at us," laughed Linda.

"Good. He knows the rules for these parties, right?"

"Oh, he knows them all right," answered Linda with chuckle.

"Well, I think you are going to fit in very well here, Linda. And I think you'll be very happy you came."

"You think so?" –she said somewhat flirtatiously, getting into the mood of the conversation.

"Oh, yeah. Especially once we get your hubby on board. We may as well include him right now."

"What do you mean?"


James looked over at Bruce and used his index finger to summon him. Bruce looked around as if not sure he was the person being signaled. He pointed to himself with a questioning expression on his face.

James nodded. Bruce arose and started to approach, but James stopped him in his tracks by holding up his open palm. Bruce looked confused. James held up his champagne glass and made a circling motion with his hand to indicate that Bruce should refresh both their glasses.

Bruce frowned, but slowly turned and headed toward the bar.

"Amazing," said Linda.

"Why? If I'm going to take his wife to Heaven, the least he can do is get us a drink."

Linda laughed at the self-confidence with which this man already took for granted what she was just beginning to hope would be the case.

"Pretty sure of yourself, huh?" – she said.

"I hope I'm not wrong. You're going to be one happy lady before this night is over. I want to make sure you come back again."

"We'll see."

At that moment Bruce approached the couple with two glasses of champagne, which he handed to them.

"Thanks, honey," said Linda. James remained silent.

"I'm Bruce," volunteered the hubby/waiter.

"You should return to your chair now," said James in a very neutral tone of voice that nonetheless did not invite a response other than compliance. Bruce returned to his chair.

"Cold," said Linda.

"Well, I like to help everyone get off on the right foot from the start. Especially hubbies. And especially your hubby – for purely selfish reasons."

"You know how to flatter a girl," teased Linda as she sipped her champagne.

James put his right arm on the back of the loveseat behind Linda and rested his hand possessively on her shoulder. His touch made her jump slightly, but she did nothing to discourage her companion. Instead, she crossed her legs and turned toward him slightly.

"I think we're going to get along just fine," he said with a smile, caressing her shoulder gently. Linda sipped more champagne.

"I see Bruce can't take his eyes off us. Why don't we give him something to think about."

"What do you mean?" – asked Linda.

"This," he said. He moved his face slowly toward Linda's and she know he was going to kiss her. It seemed like an eternity before he made contact and all kinds of things were going through her mind – how would Bruce react, how would she react, was it going to happen, did she want it to? Yes to the last question, she decided.

Then his lips made contact with hers. Even though there were plenty of people in the room, somehow it didn't matter to her. His soft kiss only served to help her make her decision. When she felt his tongue probing her lips, she immediately opened for him and felt it enter her mouth and intertwine with her own tongue. She moaned quietly as she began to fully participate in the kiss, pressing her mouth closer against his, opening wider, and bathing his tongue with her own. There was no turning back. She began to feel her pussy moistening and knew she was going to give herself to this man.

Bruce, seeing this man kissing his wife so blatantly – and in front of everyone – was frozen in place. It was obvious that she was kissing him back. He didn't know whether to keep looking or go over there. One thing was certain – he didn't want to catch the eye of any of the other guests present. That would be very embarrassing. He was also pretty sure that this club – or whatever it was – was not for him. He didn't like the way this James person seemed to just take it for granted that he could take over his wife like that. He was annoyed at himself that he had run over to them and when the dark man signaled and, especially, that he fetched them drinks like some servant. But most of all, he couldn't believe that Linda was going along with this and seeming to enjoy it.

Meanwhile, when their kiss came to an end, Linda was almost breathless from the sensations going through her body. If he does everything as well as he kisses, she thought, then she was definitely in trouble.

"Very nice," said James, resting an arm over her shoulder with his hand just touching her cleavage.

"Jeez," she said, "you're dangerous."

"You haven't seen anything yet," he laughed, moving his fingers lightly over her breast. "But I hope you would like to."

"Would I ever!" she thought. Glancing over at Bruce, she saw that he was staring directly at her with a look of great displeasure on his face. She realized that not only did she not care, but she even took secret delight in his watching her with James. She wanted him now and hoped that he would make that happen – and soon. She put a hand on his lap.

"I think it's time to introduce you to what this club is all about, don't you?" – he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I think you should put that collar around your hubby's neck and send him out to sit in the circle.

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Maybe I can convince you," he said with a smile. As he leaned toward her, she turned her face to his, her lips slightly parted. When his lips touched hers, his tongue plunged deeply into her mouth, which caused to let out a quiet moan of pleasure. She reached up and put a hand behind his neck to pull him closer. Now she knew she was going to give herself to him completely. Her body was tingling with desire and she didn't care who knew it.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

I found this on Facebook....

Cuckolding is not for everyone.

But for those couples lucky enough to have a strong marriage, a desire for hot sexual play, and a husband who has that special gene that turns him on when his loved one is taken by another, this can be the ultimate erotic adventure.

I am seeking such a couple to develop a cuck relationship. This happens one excruciatingly erotic step at a time, as the powerful sexual energy of cuckolding draws on the well of the mind to explode into the physical play. What all this means to the cuckold is as powerful as what is actually done by his wife.

This would involve me dating the wife, who has her pleasure at her discretion, and controls how much she tells her husband, allows him to participate, and requires him to support her. Rules can be developed, usually ones that make the cuck very aroused, and the lovers smile.
I am not seeking an invitation just to have me come over and have sex with the wife in front of the husband (although this may indeed happen in cuckolding). Often this is arranged by the husband, who is in charge, lining up a lay for the wife. That’s just swinging, which is fun, but not what I’m seeking. Cuckolding is an intense relationship adjustment between husband and wife in which she is in control and she has her pleasure with another at her whim, while controlling the husband’s pleasure with her.

As the lover, I enjoy the wife in a special way, and enjoy participating. I’m very creative and enjoy helping the wife sexually torture her husband with our relationship … torture in the good sense, of course, that he is hard, hyperventilating and in agony waiting for the chance to have some relief with her, on his own, or denied relief at all! Yes, that is also a precious "reward" to some cuckolds.

Experience is not necessary. Sincerity and willingness to explore safely and sanely is. As always, this must be 100 percent discreet. I very much prefer couples who are emotionally mature and have a good relationship and good personalities.

It is a given that if the husband is not a cuck, he will not be convinced to do so and this will almost never happen. The wife can be convinced to participate in time, given a stepwise development. But a cuck is almost born, not made. There are many men who secretly are deeply aroused at the thought of their wives truly enjoying another man to the exclusion of the husband’s intimate needs. As with many forms of D/s and other sexual adventures, this becomes a paradox: The prime determinant of cuckolding is the cuck, who ultimately has the least power and sometimes the greatest erotic experience.

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Monday, 8 August 2011

The plan revisited

I have been thinking about the plan and how far I am. I have done the planning and introduced my wife to the idea. I suppose that we are at the vanilla exercises stage where we talk about it during sex and sometimes when we are not.

So far I think that what worked best for me was introducing a date night and sticking to it. This ensured that we regularly made love and had opportunities to discuss my fantasies. Unfortunately, through various circumstances we have not been able to keep it up, but she keeps on saying we must - which is a good sign. I have also heard of a very good idea of doing a seven day pledge where you agree to have sex everyday for seven days straight. Increasing the amount of sex definitely makes my wife more and more horny and this is a very important step to making her want to cuckold me.

The other thing I have found to work amazingly is to make her feel desirable. I keep on telling her how wonderful her body was during sex, telling her how much I loved her body and that many men would give anything to make love to her. This was true but it made an enormous difference to how she felt about herself. I think one of the biggest stumbling blocks is a woman's perception of herself.

I stopped talking about the fantasy and found that she kept bringing it up. Tonight we made love and it came up again. She said that she wants to find a guy of about 25 with lots of stamina. She made such a wet patch on the bed! I think that told a story of its own. I asked her if she would like me to be there of if she would prefer to be alone with him the first time - she said she would like to go to his place alone with him. I must say, that I came buckets!

Another thing that I keep reinforcing is how completely under her spell I would be if I became a true cuckold, how it would enhance the relationship and make me completely bond with her on a higher plane. I always talk about the advantages for her and how happy it would make me.

So that's where I am right now. I want to concentrate on vanilla exercises and start trying different things. I would like to try getting her massaged. I also was looking into getting a Tantric teacher to teach us Tantric massage. I was thinking about going to a naturist club to help my wife get over her inhibitions. I have a few other ideas but I think that now I have reached a certain ceiling which I need to overcome by getting my wife to actually meet and engage in conversation with other men.

Watch this space...