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…

Well, what can I say other than the fact that it’s been a while since our last entry! We started this blog at the tail end of 2019 when our hotwifing adventure was still in its infancy, and then things snowballed as we embraced the lifestyle. Twitter is undoubtedly an incredible platform for sharing, and we truly love to do so, but the 280 character limit is often restrictive when it comes to explaining and detailing our experiences. Chris here – yes, most (but certainly not all) content is generated by me; I’m Hannah’s support crew: the photographer, image editor, lingerie provider, dresser, babysitter, drink pourer, bum shaver, tattoo applier, tweeter, etc. etc. And guess what? I adore each and every single one of these roles that I do in support of my darling, gorgeous wife being a downright naughty girl. It’s no secret that we go to great lengths to make it clear that our relationship is the polar

opposite of a cuckold lifestyle – not because we look down on this (never diss anyone’s kink), but because it just doesn’t match what we have and doesn’t interest us in the slightest. Our relationship and the activities which we enjoy might to many seem to parallel those of a cuckold couple, and indeed attract many followers who enjoy such things (good for them and they’re all welcome!) but it’s simply not us. Sometimes the tight character limit of Twitter and the immediacy of the posts, with exposure to those who haven’t followed our journey, means that people often get the wrong idea (despite hashtags 😂). This wrong idea doesn’t bother us in the slightest – if you’re aroused by our material that’s awesome and makes us happy, but when it leads to comments like: “Time for pathetic cucky to clean up the mess from his superior” And private messages such as this whilst Hannah is away on an overnight…

If you are a husband who wants his wife to cuckold him, I beg you to read my words, listen to them, hear them, live them and think of them before you ever even whisper this idea to the love of your life. When my husband first put the thought into my brain, a little part of my essence, my soul, my light – died inside. I have since been reborn into a far more beautiful and interesting creature, but still, that part of me that was taken, I shall never have her back. Imagine, if my husband were to leave me tomorrow, would I ever be able to put myself back into Pandora’s box? Once the serpent has been unleashed, can we ever really stop her from slaying? I will always be unusual. I will always be unique. I am tainted now. In mainstream eyes – I am damaged goods. However, I have accepted this. It has taken me

years to overcome and to grow strong but I can finally acknowledge who I am. When I look back to the beginning of my marriage – sometimes I think to myself…why didn’t I just leave him? There were times I grew so angry at my husband for ever wanting this lifestyle that the anger consumed me. Ate me up. I dreamed of divorce. I dreamed of leaving him. Hurting him. Finding a “bull” and riding off into the sunset with him. I was angry. I was hurt. I could not believe he wanted to share me. I could not believe he would tempt the gods and allow me to be with other men. Did he truly think I was so unlovable that I could just be a piece of trash used and used and used and used by men – discarded – abused – dirtied. I was heartbroken. I was devastated. I could NOT stand listening to him over and…