On the eve of our wedding anniversary, I am thinking a lot about our marriage, our journey into polyamory and cuckolding, and just life in general. Wat can I say? Being on vacation I have some time to let my thoughts free range. Nearly universally across the board, friends always tell us how adorable we are, how perfect we are, and how we seemingly have a storybook marriage. And it’s easy to see why people get that image of us. We are both very attractive people, and more importantly very attracted to each other. We are both very happy and very in love with each other. We are often inseparable in our mutual social circles. And we define love. We truly do. Is that braggy? Good. It was kind of meant to be. But there have been times it has certainly not felt like a storybook marriage. There is stuff below the façade that those around us don’t see. For

the most part, they don’t see the emotional toll losing our baby, multiple pregnancy losses, and years of IVF had on us. Most do not know I was, or maybe even still am, a sex worker. And the guilt I carried around associated with that. Most don’t know that once my competitive swimming career ended, I became anorexic and still really struggle maintaining a healthy body weight and really still terribly struggle with body image and dysmorphia. They don’t see me constantly convincing myself that I am not good enough for him, or anyone. Everyone has their issues, both as individuals and in our relationships. I see it every single day. Patients will confide in me about issues that have nothing to do with their annual physical or why they came in to see me but seize upon the opportunity to just blurt it out to someone who will listen. I see it with friends, on ladies poker nights, when…

In May 2021 we spoke at a lifestyle gathering in Miami called Podcast-A-Palooza. One hundred swinger couples from across North America gathered for three days of seminars and partying in South Beach. Unofficially, the event served as a kind of coming-out party after the privations of the Covid-19 pandemic. For us, it was four days of epic stories. Here’s the third in the series about an encounter that looked a lot like the fulfillment of a BBC (Big Black Cock) fantasy. HIM: One of the first couples we ran into at Podcast-A-Palooza (PCAP) was Bomber & Belle of the ‘Black N Kinky Lifestyle Podcast’. Like us, they were there as presenters. We had met them once two years ago, but they were one of the couples we were hoping to get to know better on this trip. So, we said a quick hello, vowing to connect at some point over the weekend as we hurried on our way. HER: One

of the challenges at PCAP was that there was a long list of people we wanted to spend quality time with. I’ve enjoyed listening to Black N Kinky’s thoughtful discussions about race in the lifestyle, and — as someone who cares deeply about equity and human rights — I thought there would be hours of fascinating conversation to be had if we ever got a chance to sit down together. But, with meeting so many new, interesting people, it soon became evident that we would not have enough time for deep conversations with everyone. HIM: We kind of decided that we would just have to rely on serendipity, that we would simply enjoy talking to (and playing with) whoever fate brought across our path. HER: Well, fate intervened in the most interesting way imaginable with Bomber & Belle. On the first night of PCAP, I found myself on a massage table being caressed by 16 hands. Some of those people…

When I announced my last post “She’s Got a Dirty Mouth” on twitter, I received a request from one of my twitter followers about one of the audio posts I shared along with the post. I just love the story behind this particular audio clip, so I began the process of writing about it. However, I found that the richness and depth of the story would be lost without contextualizing it in my broader experience with voyeurism and exhibitionism. I will end this exploration with the Anniversary Story, but I’m going to begin it on a balmy night in September several years ago. “I don’t think I can do this…” my boyfriend stammered, his voice wavering with trepidation bordering on dread. I let out a labored sigh, annoyed yet feeling compassion for the man I loved at the same time. We had been sitting in my car parked outside a nondescript strip mall containing an unmarked red door. As we

sat there talking, both trying to muster up the courage to make a move, we watched couple after couple casually park their cars and saunter in the red door as if they had been there a thousand times. We came prepared. The cooler we bought earlier in the day was the perfect size to sit underneath a cocktail table and was filled with tequila and vodka. I wore a short black dress with stockings and no panties, in an attempt to straddle the line between slutty and classy. He wore his nicest dress slacks and my favorite collared shirt (we had copiously researched the dress code in the weeks prior). Yet, for all of our preparation, we had found ourselves up against an invisible barrier of fear that seemed to be paralyzing my boyfriend from leaving the car. I was feeling an entirely different set of emotions. Since my boyfriend and I had decided to open our relationship to a…

Descent I didn’t have a religious upbringing. I didn’t have a horrible childhood. I was, however, exposed to sex at a young age. Was my exposure to sexual content at such a young age my reason for becoming a cuckold? No. Like many men, my journey into cuckolding began with love. I was eighteen years old and was in a, what I thought at the time to be, long-term relationship with a girl of a similar age. We were high school sweethearts. My entire foundation for what I thought relationships should be had been developed during that period. For much of our adolescent relationship we were inseparable. While I was secure in our relationship, she was evolving into someone else. She desired attention from other men. When I wasn’t around, she sought the attention of whoever would give it. Unfortunately for me, the attention she was seeking was from one of my closest friends. I found the two of them

behind fogged glass in a restaurant parking lot one late August evening. I was distraught. I felt fear, anger, hatred and even sadness. I banged on the windows of the locked vehicle over and over again. She felt none of those things. She was happy to see all those emotions swirling around my face just beyond the fogged windows. I ended the relationship there–or so I imagined in my head. A few terrible days had passed and she contacted me to apologize. She wanted to get back together and I was madly in love and willing to forgive anything to make the pain go away. I accepted her proposition without question. Over the course of the next few months, we continued dating the way we had. I should say, I continued dating the way we had. There were days that I could not account for her whereabouts. Days she should be working but wasn’t at work. I drove around our…

Part 1 My husband considered himself to be a cuckold for years, and still kind of is. Before meeting his current girlfriend and becoming one of her Bulls, my husband was cuckolded while with me and his ex-wife, often and for many, many years. On mine and my husband's wedding day, prior to the wedding, me and my boyfriend, who was my husband's best man, had intercourse. It was something that my husband had asked of me and my boyfriend. It meant a lot to my husband and to me and my boyfriend. To us that was something that only a real friend would do. On our wedding night our marriage was consummated by another man. This was also something that my husband wanted. This other man was a lover we had known for a few years. And his consummating of our marriage meant a lot to all of us. One thing I noticed about my husband was that he

always wanted me to be with men who had very large penises. Some were okay, others not so much, but all of them were fun. When I was with other men my husband was very subservient. He acted like he was mine and my lover's servant. It was kind of cute to see how excited my husband would get knowing that I was going to have sex with another man or other men. My husband always wants other men to cum in me as well. He likes how it feels after I have been with others. My husband may be a cuck, but he is also very much an alpha male in the fact that he pretty much decides who I have sex with. My husband is not well endowed, but he knows how to use what he has. I love sex with him, but he really likes seeing me with others. My husband likes seeing how easily other men…

"A man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh...What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate". (Matthew 19:3-8) ...unless the man throws away his basket of stones and encourages his wife to commit adultery. Have you ever fantasized about seeing your wife or girlfriend with another man? Do the thoughts of her cheating on you, having fantastic sex with other men, and coming home to tell you about it arouse you? Do you want to understand why you feel this way? The humiliation of infidelity can be so sweet and oftentimes a higher source of pleasure than sex itself. You, My humble reader, will now find out why. As a Dominatrix, I have noticed that one of the most common fetishes amongst My submissives is the fantasy of being cuckolded by Me or their female partners. My subs come from all over the world --

US, Asia, Middle East, Europe, Central & South America, Africa. That men from different cultural backgrounds express a common interest tells Me something about the universality of this most intriguing fetish. Cuckoldry, when a man derives sexual arousal by thinking about or watching his female partner having sex with another man, has a powerful psychological effect with dimensions shaped by society and biology. You may be wondering: Why is the fetish considered a taboo? Why would a man want to be cheated on by his wife? What sorts of pleasures does it really bring for the couple? Let's go diving!   WHY CUCKOLDRY CLASHES WITH MAINSTREAM CULTURE My cuckold submissives find themselves internally conflicted with this 'strange' desire. Cuckoldry is considered a fetish because its very oddity betrays a fundamental and age-old norm that has been the guiding light in much of the Western world since the dawn of agriculture. Yes, I am referring to monogamy. Let's go waayyyyyyyy back.…

What are the common problems with cuckoldry? How can you overcome or avoid them with as little friction in your life and relationship as possible? Often, we do not think of risk assessment and analysis for relationships. We simply respond to issues as they arise. I want to prepare you for problems you may face along the way and give you a simple solution to each problem you may face as you begin exploring cuckoldry.   Problem #1: Too Much, Too Soon One of the most common problems novice cuckolding couples make is doing too much too soon. Sometimes, this is a case of blurring the line between fantasy and reality. In other cases, women rush the level of control they have before their partner and the relationship can handle the change. Contemporary Cuckoldry is about seduction, building trust, and keeping the lines of communication open on both sides of the relationship. While some blurring of the lines between fantasy

and reality is normal, too much can cause even the best of intentions to backfire. Though exciting, cuckoldry can be terrifying for men who desire it. Usually, they have built the fantasy years before developing a relationship. However, once a woman reveals a similar interest in cuckoldry, he shies away from any real application of control. This seemingly counterproductive reaction to reality-based cuckoldry is part of a normal transition for a man. Embracing his submissive and cuckold nature is not something easily accomplished. Typically, at this point, the couple may notice an increase of arguments, petty or otherwise, tension rising, and a battle of the wills ensuing. This is the time to focus on The FCR Concept™ and ensure that you are valuing one another.   Problem #2: Compromising to Excess Sometimes, when a couple tries too much too soon, the women in particular reach another potential problem—caving or giving in to their male counterparts. A clear sign of this…

This post has been a long time coming but I can’t help but get distracted by the more sexy and fun aspects of Hotwifing. This is rather ironic since in real life, I can only wish I had the time to be distracted by naughty adventures. I may have an online persona as a Hotwife extraordinaire but away from the keyboard I am mostly knee deep in laundry or playing Uber driver. As a busy mother, it’s one thing to find the time to dally with Bulls but it’s entirely another to muster the energy to go through the rigmarole of preparing for a playdate such as shaving, putting on makeup, finding a babysitter and booking a hotel room. Even if hubby can take care of the logistics (perhaps even the shaving…), there’s that not so small matter of actually feeling horny enough to fuck! So how can a Stag help his Vixen or Hotwife-to-be feel enthusiastic about playtime? A

lot will depend on whether she’s a first-time mother to a newborn or a working mama of older children. New mums may not feel overly positive about their post-baby body, or haywire hormones and/or breastfeeding may diminish her sex drive. Established mothers are just plain exhausted. Am I right? I’ll try and provide some tips on how husbands can coax the Hotwife out from the throes of motherhood:   Put the ball in her court Firstly, mother or not, if there is any fun to be had, let your partner be the one who comes up with the idea to meet a Bull. You can make gentle suggestions but overly enthusiastic encouragement will just add to her already full plate, so put away the crotchless bodysuit for now. Other than feeling like she’s got to take your sexual desires into consideration, too much pressure will make it painfully aware to her that her own desires aren’t quite ‘there’. My husband…

There has always been a power dynamic in our marriage. During our vanilla years, it may have been unspoken, non-sexual and at times, unnoticed, but it has always been there. Although she did not recognize it as sexual, being deferent to my wife has always been an expression of my sexually submissive tendencies. The roles have always come very naturally for us and have followed the general pattern of my wife desiring something and most often getting it because it makes both of us happy. When something catches her eye, it’s a window into the passion that she brings to life. She drops everything, learns all there is to know about it and her patience buckles under the intensity of her excitement. She comes to me with bright eyes and says, “Honey, I’ve been thinking…” I never know what is going to be on the other side of those words. A complete room remodel? A garden? What she wants for

dinner? Whatever it is, I know that it’s likely to be an adventure. I’m not sure why I expected cuckolding to different. This time I was on the other side of, “Honey, I’ve been thinking…” I don’t remember what I thought would result from sharing my heart with her but at the time, I expected that my wife was the last kind of person who would ever consider sex outside our marriage, let alone want it, let alone love it. I expected her to have hesitations, hang-ups or fears. That’s not to say we haven’t talked and worked and cried and laughed plenty about opening our marriage but the reality is that on December 21st, seven days after our first discussion about cuckolding, my wife told me that she wanted it and just like anything else in our relationship, she didn’t look back. I forever have a photographic memory of that moment; I was standing in our bedroom doorway and…

Probably one of the more difficult parts of planning a threesome is preparing yourself for watching your wife / girlfriend having sex with someone else. At first, the idea maybe arousing. Thinking about someone else having sex with her, watching her being pleasured, and knowing you were a part of helping her please her. The imagery and arousal can make thinking about even the most mundane things very difficult. Then as time passes, the idea of someone else having sex with her may seem scary. In your mind you ask, how can extramarital sex be acceptable? At the time, contemplating the question quickly ends as arousal once again happens. The cornucopia of emotions continues until the threesome approaches and at this point, the thought of going slower becomes a thought since she was hesitant about the idea. That idea is quickly extinguished since she is openly expressing her interest in the idea and how she is wanting the threesome. By

now the threesome is near, stopping it now will let down everyone, and after a bit of contemplation stopping it is not what is needed. After more thought accepting threesome and accepting that their relationship will forever change regardless of the outcome. The above is a generalization of the feelings I went through as my first threesome with my wife approached. In this article I will cover two separate threesome experiences and if anyone would like to share their experience, please feel free to add a comment at the bottom of this article. Couple’s Cuckolding This experience actually happened first and it was our first threesome experience together. It did not instantly happen and it took months of nurturing before it came to fruition. It occurred while we were living in an apartment complex near downtown, in a rural urban mid-west town. In a state where farm animals out number humans by about 100:1. The apartment complex consisted of three…