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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
18/12/2023
I’ve never written something like this – but have no one else to tell and its both so amazing and unsettling that sharing it feels right!
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My wife (we’ll call her Anne, 36) and I (38) are both senior professionals, with executive level roles at work. We work long hours, but mine are mostly remote and at home – so I pick up a lot of the childcare. She often gets home late 7-8pm and very tired. This is all for context.
Three factors come into play that set up the situation we are now in. The first being how out of sync we are as a couple. She wakes at 5.30am for work, works from 7am and tends to return home after work and a trip to the gym. She eats, we talk for 30 minutes and she falls asleep. I wake later and I’m a night owl, so I can struggle going to bed early as I lay awake and eventually get up. The outcome, we drifted to a place where we rarely match up with our body clocks and so sex moved to the weekends only, and even these events are disrupted by social events etc.
We both have a high sex drive, it was how we came together initially. She was single for 8 years before we got together and played the field. She claims she slept with 30 men in that time, but often laughs that she lost count in reality. She’s 5’4” tall, toned and attractive. She gets regular attention from men, mostly in work contexts as she is unusually senior in her role and very talented. She tends to bat away attention, as she is very work focused. But that all changed one day in March. More on that soon.
The second factor, is the sex itself. She likes to be dominated and that’s not my personality. She is also very much turned on by cum and lots of it. In this department, I don’t deliver for whatever reason. This became kink chat in our relationship a year or so back, she’d recall that most of the men (“all”) came more than I do and she’d often mock me for not trying hard enough. I also need a lot of stimulation to climax and so almost never climax from PIV sex, which she regularly complains about. It was a weird turn on, as it was not a ‘thing’ I’d imagined and tapped my competitive streak. The mocking expanded over time and she eventually revealed that my cock was on the small end of the scale of her past experience, but mostly was not as hard as she liked it. All of this grew into a kink, but was quite a shock initially as she’d not said a word in years. I framed this as play, but have come to realise that there was truth to the jest.
The final factor, which we did not see on the horizon. One of her exes came to work at the same place, she works. We’ll call him Scott. He’s a tall, muscular black man and about 10 years her senior. This is not a race play kink, it’s just how it is – we never discussed race. Scott was appointed as a Director in her company, on the same board but one rung up if that makes sense.
She didn’t tell me at first, but over time let slip that they knew each other, they’d met years ago, they’d socialised… they’d fucked a number of times. Of course, this bled into our sex chat. She described him in numerous ways, but her favourite or most salient summaries included, “his cock is about 8” and rock hard”, “he was so rough with her that he was surprised that she always wanted more”, “he came multiple times every time they met”. She’d be so wet when we talked about him during sex and loved role playing him, when we used a large dildo. Her shyness at the topic became a hunger, often asking for “Scott” when we started to have sex – meaning I should get the large dildo involved.
Our sex life seemed to resurrect, going to bed together and role-playing Scott scenarios on loop. Sometimes she’d cum many times and then be too tired to have sex, and often said “stroke yourself to completion babe” and she’d drift asleep whilst I jacked myself. It was strangely a big turn on. She blurted out at a party, to friends, how she sometimes falls asleep during sex… which raised eyebrows and a sarcastic comment from one her girlfriends, “sounds like you need to up your game”… which both hurt and turned me on.
I hadn’t realised I was the one pushing it, until I found myself asking her if she’d like to fuck him for real. More than asking, pressuring her to do it. She admitted that he often flirted with her and would visit her office, leaning into her desk to read a document on screen – always too close for a professional dynamic.. communicating without words. I suggested she text with him, and to flirt back.
I won’t detail all of this here, as it’s lengthy and took a few weeks.
Fast forwards, we agreed that she would meet him for a drink after work on a Friday – the greenlight to do whatever turned her on. She returned home at midnight. She was a mix of excited and embarrassed / apologetic. But we got into foreplay and she opened up with the details. Drinks went to a dance floor which went to his apartment. He had fucked her in her office suit, hitching her skirt up and fucking her in every room and on most of the furniture. She said he was aggressive and spanked her, choked her and made her apologise for taking so long to please his cock. He’d made her tell him how much she missed it and to drop on her knees and worship it. She was sooooo wet, recalling the details.
I was also very hard. My wife is so dominant as a person. She organises, leads and rarely backs down. She talks about being dominated, but never shows a submissive side. She used to tell me to make her submit, but I never could. Here she was telling he about an ex who was throwing her around, slapping her and making her apologise. I came quickly, with little effort. She laughed and immediately compared my small load to the huge load she’d felt him blast into her, repeatedly. We cuddled and slept.
The weekend was great. We fucked a lot and she was so relaxed – she’s rarely relaxed.
Conversations continued and I told her that she could visit Scott whenever she wanted, as long as it didn’t take our weekends. We rarely see each other anyhow Mon-Fri, that the odd hour lost here and there was not an issue.
The months that followed saw a trend appear that both makes me uncomfortable and very tutned on. Fridays became Scott’s evenings for about a month. Kind of our own injection of sexual energy and relaxation. We were loving it. He didn’t seem to have any brakes with her, and used her for hours – which she loved to tell me about.
But as the months continued, Fridays added in Wednesdays and then Mondays… and now, most week days. Her return home time has shifted to 9pm and she’d ditched the gym for “workouts” with Scott, spending 2 to 2.5 hours a day in his apartment. She still returns home and sleeps, often apologising for having no energy to play. At the weekends I get all of the details and she often holds my cock as she tells me, stroking me and watching me cum way faster than I want to. She laughs and regularly tells me his cock is twice the size and he cums like a man, whereas I don’t. She often asks me why I am so excited and not as hard as him or able to cum as much, with genuine curiosity. It’s a huge turn on, but the effect has been no penetrative sex. I am just finished before we start. We have moved from weekend only sex, to no sex – but both seem very happy. He fucks her almost daily, cums in her (which I didn’t do much, but now do never)… and all the sex talk between us is about him.
I’d not realised this was a cuck kink, until she told me that he refers to me as her cuck when they are fucking. It was not a nice word to hear, but I’ve since searched online and found this forum – seeing parallels. I had seen it as a poly dynamic. She tells me that Scott often hints at things like, “most cucks are denied pussy totally, they love it”.. which she is starting to ask about or lead towards in conversation. It’s so weird to be both excited by and repulsed by an idea, and how the excitement seems to win in a situation you know you may later regret.
I’m not sure where this is going, now 9 months in and seeing my wife out fucking a man I’ve never even met or seen, as often as she can. She has a work xmas part this week and told me she’s staying over on a Friday night, at his apartment. Again, a shift in our dynamic. She teased that it might work better to do this sometimes, so she can drink alcohol with him sometimes. Of course, I agreed.
We talk often (weekends) and it all feels very transparent. I don’t fear she will leave me, as we have a great history and more than just sex – but I do fear that sex for me is on a downwards trajectory and that Scott has set a benchmark that I can never meet.
This is all true – feel free to query any specifics as I have summarised 9 months in a single post.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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My wife (we’ll call her Anne, 36) and I (38) are both senior professionals, with executive level roles at work. We work long hours, but mine are mostly remote and at home – so I pick up a lot of the childcare. She often gets home late 7-8pm and very tired. This is all for context.
Three factors come into play that set up the situation we are now in. The first being how out of sync we are as a couple. She wakes at 5.30am for work, works from 7am and tends to return home after work and a trip to the gym. She eats, we talk for 30 minutes and she falls asleep. I wake later and I’m a night owl, so I can struggle going to bed early as I lay awake and eventually get up. The outcome, we drifted to a place where we rarely match up with our body clocks and so sex moved to the weekends only, and even these events are disrupted by social events etc.
We both have a high sex drive, it was how we came together initially. She was single for 8 years before we got together and played the field. She claims she slept with 30 men in that time, but often laughs that she lost count in reality. She’s 5’4” tall, toned and attractive. She gets regular attention from men, mostly in work contexts as she is unusually senior in her role and very talented. She tends to bat away attention, as she is very work focused. But that all changed one day in March. More on that soon.
The second factor, is the sex itself. She likes to be dominated and that’s not my personality. She is also very much turned on by cum and lots of it. In this department, I don’t deliver for whatever reason. This became kink chat in our relationship a year or so back, she’d recall that most of the men (“all”) came more than I do and she’d often mock me for not trying hard enough. I also need a lot of stimulation to climax and so almost never climax from PIV sex, which she regularly complains about. It was a weird turn on, as it was not a ‘thing’ I’d imagined and tapped my competitive streak. The mocking expanded over time and she eventually revealed that my cock was on the small end of the scale of her past experience, but mostly was not as hard as she liked it. All of this grew into a kink, but was quite a shock initially as she’d not said a word in years. I framed this as play, but have come to realise that there was truth to the jest.
The final factor, which we did not see on the horizon. One of her exes came to work at the same place, she works. We’ll call him Scott. He’s a tall, muscular black man and about 10 years her senior. This is not a race play kink, it’s just how it is – we never discussed race. Scott was appointed as a Director in her company, on the same board but one rung up if that makes sense.
She didn’t tell me at first, but over time let slip that they knew each other, they’d met years ago, they’d socialised… they’d fucked a number of times. Of course, this bled into our sex chat. She described him in numerous ways, but her favourite or most salient summaries included, “his cock is about 8” and rock hard”, “he was so rough with her that he was surprised that she always wanted more”, “he came multiple times every time they met”. She’d be so wet when we talked about him during sex and loved role playing him, when we used a large dildo. Her shyness at the topic became a hunger, often asking for “Scott” when we started to have sex – meaning I should get the large dildo involved.
Our sex life seemed to resurrect, going to bed together and role-playing Scott scenarios on loop. Sometimes she’d cum many times and then be too tired to have sex, and often said “stroke yourself to completion babe” and she’d drift asleep whilst I jacked myself. It was strangely a big turn on. She blurted out at a party, to friends, how she sometimes falls asleep during sex… which raised eyebrows and a sarcastic comment from one her girlfriends, “sounds like you need to up your game”… which both hurt and turned me on.
I hadn’t realised I was the one pushing it, until I found myself asking her if she’d like to fuck him for real. More than asking, pressuring her to do it. She admitted that he often flirted with her and would visit her office, leaning into her desk to read a document on screen – always too close for a professional dynamic.. communicating without words. I suggested she text with him, and to flirt back.
I won’t detail all of this here, as it’s lengthy and took a few weeks.
Fast forwards, we agreed that she would meet him for a drink after work on a Friday – the greenlight to do whatever turned her on. She returned home at midnight. She was a mix of excited and embarrassed / apologetic. But we got into foreplay and she opened up with the details. Drinks went to a dance floor which went to his apartment. He had fucked her in her office suit, hitching her skirt up and fucking her in every room and on most of the furniture. She said he was aggressive and spanked her, choked her and made her apologise for taking so long to please his cock. He’d made her tell him how much she missed it and to drop on her knees and worship it. She was sooooo wet, recalling the details.
I was also very hard. My wife is so dominant as a person. She organises, leads and rarely backs down. She talks about being dominated, but never shows a submissive side. She used to tell me to make her submit, but I never could. Here she was telling he about an ex who was throwing her around, slapping her and making her apologise. I came quickly, with little effort. She laughed and immediately compared my small load to the huge load she’d felt him blast into her, repeatedly. We cuddled and slept.
The weekend was great. We fucked a lot and she was so relaxed – she’s rarely relaxed.
Conversations continued and I told her that she could visit Scott whenever she wanted, as long as it didn’t take our weekends. We rarely see each other anyhow Mon-Fri, that the odd hour lost here and there was not an issue.
The months that followed saw a trend appear that both makes me uncomfortable and very tutned on. Fridays became Scott’s evenings for about a month. Kind of our own injection of sexual energy and relaxation. We were loving it. He didn’t seem to have any brakes with her, and used her for hours – which she loved to tell me about.
But as the months continued, Fridays added in Wednesdays and then Mondays… and now, most week days. Her return home time has shifted to 9pm and she’d ditched the gym for “workouts” with Scott, spending 2 to 2.5 hours a day in his apartment. She still returns home and sleeps, often apologising for having no energy to play. At the weekends I get all of the details and she often holds my cock as she tells me, stroking me and watching me cum way faster than I want to. She laughs and regularly tells me his cock is twice the size and he cums like a man, whereas I don’t. She often asks me why I am so excited and not as hard as him or able to cum as much, with genuine curiosity. It’s a huge turn on, but the effect has been no penetrative sex. I am just finished before we start. We have moved from weekend only sex, to no sex – but both seem very happy. He fucks her almost daily, cums in her (which I didn’t do much, but now do never)… and all the sex talk between us is about him.
I’d not realised this was a cuck kink, until she told me that he refers to me as her cuck when they are fucking. It was not a nice word to hear, but I’ve since searched online and found this forum – seeing parallels. I had seen it as a poly dynamic. She tells me that Scott often hints at things like, “most cucks are denied pussy totally, they love it”.. which she is starting to ask about or lead towards in conversation. It’s so weird to be both excited by and repulsed by an idea, and how the excitement seems to win in a situation you know you may later regret.
I’m not sure where this is going, now 9 months in and seeing my wife out fucking a man I’ve never even met or seen, as often as she can. She has a work xmas part this week and told me she’s staying over on a Friday night, at his apartment. Again, a shift in our dynamic. She teased that it might work better to do this sometimes, so she can drink alcohol with him sometimes. Of course, I agreed.
We talk often (weekends) and it all feels very transparent. I don’t fear she will leave me, as we have a great history and more than just sex – but I do fear that sex for me is on a downwards trajectory and that Scott has set a benchmark that I can never meet.
This is all true – feel free to query any specifics as I have summarised 9 months in a single post.
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