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[yourcutewife]

Teamwork

It’s not easy keeping a woman happy and fulfilled. It takes a collaborative effort to make sure she is satisfied. Her husband does his part by supporting her, comforting her,  pampering her, and preparing her for her encounters with me; and I do my part by filling her primal needs. We each have an important role to play.

[yourcutewife]

There, there, cuckold

Often, after my overnight date with his wife, he needs the reassurance that she still loves him. I understand, cuckold. Go to her. With her sexual frustration gone for the moment, she has the energy and patience to comfort you and soothe your bruised ego.

[yourcutewife]

Im the Cuck in a relationship where the Bull is moving into our apartment and is sleeping in the bedroom with my girlfriend. It seems like they are really in love and not sure what to expect next. What’s your experience with that and being a Bull? They have been dating for nearly a year

Seems like you three have settled nicely into your roles:

Your cute girlfriend has the best of both worlds with a loving boyfriend and a competent lover;

Her boyfriend enjoys a strong physical and emotional connection with her, a well as dominance over you;

And you are relieved of the burden of trying unsuccessfully to please her, and can retreat guilt-free into a world of masturbation with your Tumblr friends.

Win-win-win

[yourcutewife]

Your posts are so powerful Sir. You truly know the kind of a submissive cuck. My wife and I role play about her being with other men. I so wish some like you would sweep her off her feet.

Thank you for your note, friend. I would enjoy building a powerful, long-lasting emotional and physical relationship with your cute wife.

[yourcutewife]

This is for you, cuckold

There is so much that is misunderstood about becoming a cuckold. Many husbands and boyfriends have a fantasy about their women having sex with another man - one who is more endowed, more masculine, and more assertive. But there is much more to cuckolding when it crosses from fantasy to reality. 

Here is what you need to consider:

Sex between me and your wife is a very intimate act. If you think you can remove emotions from it, you’re deluding yourself. Your wife will have feelings for me, and I will have feelings for her.

You do not get to control the sex. That is between me and your wife or girlfriend. If we want to kiss (and we do), we will kiss; once you consent to me making love to your wife, it is out of your hands.

She will look at you and your relationship differently after she is with me. She will know and intimacy from another point of view, and she will forever compare you to me (sorry, friend, but you will likely come up short).

Your wife or girlfriend will want to continue to see me. You will be jealous. Are you going to deprive her? She will resent you.

Cuckolding is not only between me and your wife; it is also between me and you. I cannot speak for all in my situation, but I derive great pleasure from dominating you through your wife. I know you do too.

Still want me to have sex with your cute wife? Great. I look forward to a meaningful relationship with you both.

[yourcutewife]

One Last Embrace

He gave her one last embrace before she left with me for the weekend. He gave an emotional farewell to his bride of six months, knowing that he was surrendering her to another man; knowing that this was necessary to put their marriage back on track; knowing that she would return a changed woman.

[yourcutewife]

This blog is excellent. The way you describe how we feel relief from having to perform and fail when you take over shows real insight. I’d love to read the next part in the sissy story; I hope it’s coming soon. Keep it up and thank you!

Thank you. I am glad you are enjoying the blog. If there is enough interest, I will continue with part 2.

[yourcutewife]

How Do I Taste, Friend?

After greeting me at the door, her shy husband escorted me into the living room and invited me to sit while waiting for his cute wife to finish getting ready for our date. I took a seat in the comfortable chair in the center of the room, while he sat on the sofa.

It may seem odd, but the awkward moments waiting with the husband are thrilling to me. It gives us a chance to bond and establish parameters of the relationship.

We sat in silence as he fidgeted. I stared at him with a gentle smile on my face, and he avoided eye contact. I relished seeing him struggle with the reality of being in the same room with the man who was making love to his wife. Several times, he tried to break the ice with small talk, but was unable to form a coherent sentence.

After watching him squirm for a few minutes, I decided to start the conversation. I got up from my chair and sat next to him on the sofa. This was adding to his discomfort as his embarrassment grew. He tried getting up, but I put my hand on his shoulder firmly to keep him in place.

I maintained my stare and waited for him to make eye contact. When he finally looked at me, I said in a low voice, “How do I taste, friend?”

He was stunned by the question. He understood exactly what I meant, but couldn’t bear to acknowledge it. “Wha ... I don’t know what you mean.”

He turned his head away. I waited a few seconds and then put my hand on his chin to make him face me. “I know what you do when Jenny comes home from her dates with me. You can’t wait to get her panties off and bury your face between her legs. Do you admit it?”

He was speechless. I found myself becoming aroused as I witnessed his internal struggle. He stammered, thinking of a way to deny it. Finally, feeling cornered and vulnerable, he surrendered. I allowed him to look away in embarrassment as he nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

“Thank you for your honesty, friend,” I said. “Do you like how I taste?”

Again, he nodded.

"Do you like that I am now her primary sex partner and I have reduced your love life to masturbation and date night creampies?”

His breathing increased and it was clear that his remaining resistance was fading. He whispered, “Yes.”

“Look at me,” I ordered. He complied. “Admit that you are excited by surrendering your cute wife to a superior man.” He nodded, but I wanted his full submission. “Say it.”

“I am excited by surrendering my cute wife to a superior man,” he said.

I let his words hang in the air for a moment. I had conquered him. I was feeling powerful and aroused. I took his hand and placed it on my crotch so that he could feel the solid manhood that would soon be entering his wife. He gasped when he felt the thickness, undoubtedly noticing it was much more substantial than his own.

We heard Jenny starting to come down the stairs. I said to him, “I will be sure to send her home with an extra messy treat for you tonight, friend. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir,” he muttered.

“Good boy,” I said, standing up just before his wife entered the room. We left for our date and enjoyed each other all night long. I returned her to him the next morning full and spent, completely fulfilling my promise to him.

[yourcutewife]

“Drink”

Ken’s jealousy was growing, as my relationship with his cute wife was blossoming. While he was always polite and respectful to me, I could tell he was increasingly having a hard time moving to the guest room when I visited.

On a recent sleepover, after making love with Jenny for several hours, I decided to take a break and visit Ken in the guest bedroom. Despite it being 3:00am, I knew he would still be up, as Jenny was not the quiet type during lovemaking.

Ken was surprised to see me at his door. He felt small and insecure, speaking to the man who replaced him in his own bed. I asked him if he wanted to be more involved in my relationship with Jenny.

While he was unsure of what I meant, he eagerly agreed. I immediately escorted Ken to the master bedroom, where Jenny lay naked on her back. I asked Jenny to sit at the edge of the bed and part her legs. I then led Ken to the bed and positioned him on his knees in front of her, with his face just inches away from her wetness.

He was looking at her wet, sloppy opening that was dripping from our multiple sessions. I took a firm grip of his hair and held his head still. Take a good look, Ken. Look at what I did to your cute wife’s pussy. I did this to your wife while you pulled your pud by yourself in the guest room. Take a close look.”

His humiliation was intense and he tried turning his head, but I tightened my grip on his hair. “Take a close look, Ken, I conquered her, and I am about to conquer you.” His breathing increased and he started squirming. “Breathe in our sex, Ken.” He inhaled deeply, following my directions.

I looked up and saw Jenny transfixed to the scene in front of her. She was growing excited noticeably as she watched her husband being dominated and manhandled. I slowly moved Ken’s face closer to her wetness. His resistance was softening. He knew what was about to happen. When his lips were an inch away from her glistening, dripping warmth, I whispered into his hear, “Ready to be conquered, cuck?”

His silence indicated acceptance, but it was not good enough. I waited a few seconds and repeated my question: “Are you ready to be conquered, cuck?” I paused and after a few seconds heard, “Yes,” softly. He was almost ready. “Yes, what?” I demanded. “Yes ... Sir,” he responded obediently.

With his total submission, I authoritatively moved his face into her wetness, pressing his lips to her lips. “Lick,” I demanded. Tentatively, he began licking. I saw him almost gag from the taste, as he was unaccustomed to licking another man’s sperm. “More,” I insisted, and he picked up his pace I saw his tongue moving from the bottom of her opening to her throbbing button. Jenny’s reactions were growing more intense as his tongue’s pace quickened.

it was quite a spectacle! Not only did I replace Ken in her bed and make him listen to our lovemaking from the next room, but now I have made him submit to licking the product of our lovemaking. Witnessing me conquer her weak husband was quickly driving her to yet another climax.

I exerted more pressure on his head. “Push your tongue in, Ken,” I insisted. After a brief hesitation, Ken did as he was told. He gagged again on the taste, but did not try to escape. He stuck his tongue further inside his cute wife and licked the thick goo. Jenny was beginning to grind her hips gently as his tongue explored her deeper.

Jenny’s thighs pressed against the sides of his head, as I continued to apply pressure, holding him firmly in place. “Lick up my goo, Ken. Clean it from your wife’s pretty pussy.” His breathing was rapid as his tongue moved maniacally inside of her. Jenny’s climax began sweeping over her as her hand joined mine on the back of Ken’s head, both of us making sure he finished the job.

Jenny erupted in an intense orgasm as Ken’s body went limp, his face covered in both of our juices. She grinded herself almost violently on her husband’s face and continued until she was completely spent.

I then pulled Ken’s face from between her legs so Jenny and I could see the goo all over his lips and cheeks. “Open your mouth,” I commanded. He did, and revealed thick gobs on his tongue. I closed his mouth with my hand and said, “Drink.” His eyes bulged wide and he swallowed hard, fully consuming the remnants of our lovemaking, signaling his complete surrender.

“That’s a good cuck,” I said to him, as I helped him to his feet and escorted him out of the bedroom. I closed the door and then climbed on top of Jenny to take her one more time.

[yourcutewife]

“I’m Going to Start Dating Your Cute Wife”

Ryan was my regular tennis buddy. He was a nice guy who didn’t seem to mind getting dominated by me on the court every weekend. He was good natured and just enjoyed playing the game. The court was in a secluded park and no one was ever there to see us play. But one Saturday his cute wife came by to watch us.

At first, Tarah was quiet, shy, and charming. When I maintained my stare just a little longer than I should have, her reaction showed me what I had suspected: She was in a state of marital neglect. After our match, I suggested to Ryan that Tarah and I take a walk to get to know each other a little better. Ryan was a little taken aback by my suggestion, but Tarah didn’t seem to mind and Ryan felt he would look insecure in her eyes if he objected. Tarah and I started walking along a path in the park, into the woods. I would have liked to see Ryan’s face as he saw me reach out to hold her hand, just before disappearing out of sight.

After 10 minutes, Ryan’s insecurity began to show, His constant texts to Tarah did not have the disruptive effect he intended. She answered with brief, hurried responses. She apologized for the interruptions, but didn’t let them disturb our time together. Tarah’s personality was every bit as cute as her appearance. i felt an immediate connection to her and she appreciated the attention that she had been missing for so long. And while I suspected that Tarah would have allowed our first kiss on the trail that day, I refrained from making my move until Ryan could be present. 

When we returned an hour later, Ryan was pacing back and forth around the courts. I continued to hold Tarah’s hand, who figured it was okay to do so, since I was friends with Ryan and, after all, he didn’t object to our walk. Ryan tried putting on an air of disinterest, but I called him out on it right away.

“Thank you for allowing me this time with Tarah, friend. She is delightful.” Tarah blushed. “Okay,” was all he could muster.

Continuing to hold her hand, I decided to make a bold move. I said, “Tarah and I had a wonderful walk. We’ve decided that we would like to get to know one another better. How do you feel about that, Ryan?”

His face contorted awkwardly. He said, “Oh, I guess, sure. You want to come by for dinner one night?”

“That’s not quite what I had in mind, friend,” I replied. “I would like to start dating Tarah.” Once the words were released, I began to breathe heavier and I felt a stirring in my shorts. My opening volley in taking a man’s wife from him always gives me an incredible erotic rush. I heard Tarah make a slight gasp and her eyes widened. I held her hand tighter, giving her the courage to let this play out. Ryan lost color in his cheeks and began stammering.

I let him flounder for several seconds, so Tarah could witness his weakness and compare it to my confidence. As we watched him struggle, my thumb caressed her palm. Finally, he put on a forced smile and said, “You’re joking?”

“This isn’t a joke, Ryan. You’ve been neglecting your cute wife for far too long. Tarah is a treasure. She is beautiful, charming, and has strong needs that you are not meeting. It’s clear to me that you haven’t been fulfilling your job as her husband. It’s probably been weeks or months since the two of you have been intimate.”

Ryan’s silence and Tarah’s blushing confirmed my suspicion. “I put my free hand on Ryan’s shoulder and said, “Friend, do not be threatened by this. I have no intention of trying to take Tarah away from you. But she needs this. And you need this. Allow me to relieve you of the burden of trying to satisfy your wife.”

“But ...” he began to protest.

I put my hand up to stop him from talking. “Don’t let your ego get in the way to Tarah’s happiness, friend. Just say yes.”

“I ... I can’t ... she ... Tarah, do you ... is this what you ...“ He continued to flounder. Tarah’s silence showed Ryan that this is what she wanted.

I let him stumble for several seconds and then looked at him in the eyes. “Ryan, say yes. Tell me you approve of me dating Tarah.”

After several seconds of awkward silence, Ryan’s resistance left him and he said, “Okay.”

That was a good start, but I needed full submission. “Ryan, say ‘Tarah, you have my full support in dating Matt. Do it now.”

He obeyed. “Tarah, you have my full support in dating Matt.”

I felt Tarah squeeze my hand a little tighter. “Good boy, Ryan,” I said. “That is the right decision. Now, I would like you to see our first kiss.”

I turned to Tarah and placed my hand on her cheek. I moved in slowly to press my lips on hers. My tongue slipped into her mouth as we shared an electric kiss in front of Ryan. While her sexy kiss made me immediately aroused, it was Ryan’s total submission that had me bulging in my shorts. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

[yourcutewife]

She’s Yours Again, Cuck

It is a sweet moment, indeed, when I deliver a cute wife back to her waiting husband - completely satisfied and ready to resume her marriage. I took away her persistent ache, and now she is in the proper frame of mind to provide him with all the love and comfort he needs.

[yourcutewife]

Admit It, Cuck: You Want to Be Bullied

I understand, cuck. You want me to date your cute wife and give her what you cannot in bed. But, be honest: What turns you on most about me with your bride is the fact that I am taking her from you. By bedding your wife, I am conquering you. You are being replaced by a more confident, masculine man, and this turns you on more than anything.

And to be honest, it is thrilling to me as well. In addition to enjoying intimacy with your incredible wife and satisfying her more than you ever could, I also enjoy dominating you, bullying you, and replacing you in her bed.

Feel free to reach out to me and confess your secret desire to be bullied and dominated by a superior man. I look forward to learning more about you.

[yourcutewife]

Me and His Mrs.

Her husband sat across from us at the breakfast table, trying his best not to stare. I could tell that he did not get much sleep from the guest bedroom, having listened to his wife and I from the master suite making passionate love for hours.

He seemed curious about what we did together. I would be happy to share details, but would have to be brave enough to ask. Until then, he will just have to use his imagination.

I casually placed my hand on his pretty wife’s knee, and began slowly moving it up her thigh. That seemed to catch his attention, and he was unable to look away. When my hand gets closer to her wetness, I will take her hand and lead her back to the master bedroom where we can resume our passion, much to the angst of the sleepless cuck. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Sunday.

[yourcutewife]

Kiss her goodnight, cuck

Jim, an acquaintance of mine, approached me a few weeks ago to ask for some guidance. He had heard that I was able to repair and invigorate faltering marriages, and he wondered if I wouldn’t mind helping in his case.

Jim explained that he and his wife Sarah had been married for 10 years and their relationship had lost their spark. He feared that she was getting bored and was going to leave him. He was hoping that I could guide him and his wife to find the excitement that they had lost.

From his demeanor, I had a strong suspicion that he was a natural cuckold, but he was not yet aware of it. I relished the idea of bedding his cute wife and injecting her with the spark that she needed.

“Friend,” I said. “I will be happy to help. Invite me over for the evening so I can observe you two together. I will stay the night. By the morning, she will be a different person,”

He was taken aback by my confidence. “Are ... are you sure - j-just from one night observing us?” he stammered.

“I guarantee it, friend.”

When I arrived at their home, I saw that my suspicions were correct. Jim was a sweet man, fawning over his sweet bride, catering to her every whim. It was obvious that he lacked the assertiveness and masculinity that women need from a man. I took the opportunity order Jim around subtly, making sure that Sarah saw him obey my direction. This had a definite effect on her. Over a bottle of wine, we all became more comfortable, and I slowly began seducing her. Jim pretended not to notice as I stroked her pretty cheek and played with her hair as we spoke.

It was getting quite late and Jim said that he and Sarah were ready for bed. This came as news to her, but nonetheless, she and Jim went to the bedroom to change into their pajamas.

When they emerged a few minutes later, they walked me to the guest bedroom, and Jim said they would see me in the morning. I grabbed him by the arm and said, “Hold it, friend.” He was surprised. “You’ll be spending the night in the guest room. Sarah and I will be sleeping together in the master bedroom.”

Sarah’s eyes bulged and a slight smile appeared on her face, as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Jim forced a chuckle, hoping that this was just a joke. But I did not laugh. Neither did Sarah. He blinked repeatedly and looked away. This is always my favorite part: The moment that I conquer the husband. I remained silent, basking in my dominance over him, maintaining my strong grip on his arm..

He finally broke the silence by asking, “Is this what you want, Sarah?”

Before she could answer, I put my hand on his chin and made him look at me. “This is what she wants, friend. Now give her a kiss goodnight and we will see you in the morning.” I heard her gasp, as she was riveted by my control over her husband.

I released my grip and Jim walked to her, defeated. He put his arms around her gently and gave her a timid peck on her lips. I grabbed a box of tissues off the dresser and tossed it to him. I said, “Have a nice night, friend,” and then took Sarah by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. Another repaired marriage in the making.

[yourcutewife]

First Date

He told me how his cute wife was in charge in their marriage, and that if I chose to date her, she would be the one calling the shots. I sent him this picture from our first date.

[yourcutewife]

I Won Her Over

It was a just supposed to be a friendly first date. After months of discussing his wife Becca with me, he finally had the courage to introduce us to see where it would lead. His hope was that I would charm her sufficiently for her to agree to a future dates where we would eventually end up in bed.

My goal was different. I wanted to establish an authentic bond with his cute wife; to connect with her, not only physically, but emotionally as well; to remind her what a joy it is to be a woman; to give her fulfillment that she had not experienced in many years. I wanted him to have his fantasy, but then take it much further than he had ever dreamed. Ultimately, I wanted to replace him in her bed, to claim his wife’s sensuality and beauty as my own; to deprive him of sex with his own wife.

Becca’s goal? She had been talked into this date through persistent pestering by her husband. While her love life was not satisfying, she was content with her life. After all, there’s more to life than just sex and romance, right? Her goal was just to get through the night without being subjected to unwanted advances. She was, after all, doing this to please her husband. She agreed to one date if he promised to stop nagging her about it.

But none of us had expected the date to proceed as it did. Turns out that Becca and I had much in common and we shared the same sense of humor. After an hour or so, her husband became irrelevant and faded into the background. Becca had come to life and had excitement in her eyes.

It was Becca who first initiated physical contact, casually touching my arm as we shared a laugh. I returned the touch with a hand on her back. It wasn’t long before we were sitting with my arm around her on the sofa.

After a couple of glasses of wine, and she looked at me with an obvious invitation to lean in for a kiss. I was happy to oblige. As our tongues intertwined, I felt her passion ignite. Soon, she was leading me to her bedroom, without even a glance back to her husband. I turned to look at him before closing the bedroom door, and saw unmistakable intense angst on his face. I closed the door with some force to emphasize the situation.

We didn’t emerge until the morning. He spent the night on the couch. None of us had gotten any sleep that night as we were entering into a strange new relationship. Becca and I spent the day together, getting to know one another better. Her husband was surprised when he learned that she had invited me to stay another night, and then another.

Before leaving, Becca and had arranged for another date a few days later. He was clearly shaken by this arrangement, as the relationship was proogressing much further than he had ever imagined. I was well on my way to replacing him in her bed; to reducing his sex life to masturbating over what I was doing with Becca.

After I left, he told me that Becca seemed different and distant, as she reflected on her new relationship. The most exciting part was about to begin, as I slowly win her over and relocate him to the spare bedroom.

[yourcutewife]

I Want to Take Her from You

After two weeks of me dating your cute wife, you see that it is turning out to be more than a casual physical encounter. “Why do you want a relationship with Anna?” you ask. It’s a reasonable question. Thank you for asking, friend.

Yes, she is a true beauty and she is in desperate need of a man who can handle her sophisticated sexuality; but those aren’t the primary reasons. To be honest, I want a relationship with your wife because because she is your wife.

I want to take her from you; I want to deprive you of physical relations with her; I want to reduce your sex life to intense masturbation sessions, where you focus on your inferiority to me and what I have taken from you. When I am with your cute wife, I am, in essence, dominating you. I want you to feel my power over you.

That is why I want a relationship with your wife. We are getting closer and more intimate with every date. But it’s not just a relationship with her that I seek. You and I have a relationship as well. The taking of a man’s wife is a very intimate act and creates a strong bond. How does it feel to be dominated by me, friend? Are you ready to offer your full submission to me?