Saturday, September 5, 2015

Wedding Ring

"'re not wearing your wedding rings," her husband said in his soft voice.

"Honey, I know you know what 'girls night out' really means, do we really have to go through the charade?"

"I...don't know what you mean," he said blushing.

"Well if you don't know what I mean, sweetie, I guess when I get home I'll be really quite when I get home so you don't have to wake up and beg me to lick my pussy."

"No," he protested much too vehemently.

"So you want me to wake you up when I get home?"

"Yes, please," he said.

"And you want to lick my pussy?"

He nodded, blushed. "Yes."

"So you know, then, 'girls night out' really means 'hot date with my boyfriend' right?"

"Yes," he said in barely a whisper.

Friday, September 4, 2015

"I know the longer you wear the cage the worse you want it off, but the ironic thing is, the longer you wear it, the less I want to unlock you."


Emily told me once that there's the moment, when he's on top of her, she can feel his weight, his breath, she can feel his thrusting change, become more urgent, that she forgets everything. Work. Friends. Family. Even me.

For that moment, there's nothing in the world, nothing, but his cock thrusting in and out of her, filling her, possessing her.

The moment lasts, sometimes for several minutes, and when it starts, she surrenders, she's his, and she wants it to go on forever.

She said the moment's most powerful at the last second, the last thrust before he explodes, when he pushes in deeper than he has the entire time, holds it there, and his cum fills her.

For in that moment, there's only him.

For in that moment, she's his.

For in that moment, as his cum fills her, as his cock pulsates inside her, her bliss is total.

Cuckolding works best when a woman's lover and husband both know and accept their proper place in her life.

Her lover's place:

Her husband's place: