How did your husband make you a cuckold wife?

Not sure I can say he made me a cuckold wife. Actually more by being honest with each other.

I guess it all started when we were maybe 10 years into our marriage. For the previous 5 years we had started incorporating watching porn to highten our sex lives. Not to say we didn't have a good sex life but hey, we were always willing to try new and exciting things for our fun and pleasure. Some worked, some not so much. Still, adding the porn gave us both some vusual stimulation and we would use that as part of our foreplay. Basically we never got through a complete video before turning it off and put our attention into each other. We progressed to commenting on the people on the screen then. How she looked, how he looked, how lesbians looked, and how multiple parties looked. On one occasion it was a threesome with 2 males and a female.

While we have viewed this set up many times before, this time was different for me. I found it totally a turn on and my husband noticed. I guess my breathing sort if quickened and when he touched me a shivered a bit. This led his hand to my now very wet sweet spot. The evidence was clear, it turned me on a lot. My husband simply asked what got je so excited? I told him it was just exciting. He asked if I would enjoy it uf I had the attention of two guys at the same time. I told him I never hadvany reason to think about that but a Woman likes attention and that would fit into having more attention. We continued to watch and my husband used his fingers on my clit while I watched. When the guys on the screen started cumming, so did I. Normally my orgasms come with the show off but this time the show and stimulation between my legs was just what I needed, or wanted.

We turned off the show and started having our iwn sex. He asked me if I would like a threesome. Of course he ask me just when I was building towards another orgasm and I immediately said yes not even thinking. He said nothing and continued working towards my orgasm. After we finally completed our love making and got cleaned up we laid down. He asked me again about a threesome. I tood him yes but as a fantasy and that he was the only guy I was interested in physically in the flesh. We went to sleep with that.

A couple nights later was porn night again and this time it wasn't 2 guys and a girl, it was 2 girls and like 8 guys. Somewhat a lopsided orgy. Again he noticed my excitement secreating from my sweet spot. It was a turn on. I mean guys were jumping around from girl to girl and the girls were fucking a cock whike sucking another and stroking even another 1 or 2. Sometimes sucking on two at a time. I mean there were dicks everywhere. I mean, what girl wouldn't be excited. I was mesmorized by all the action and my husband could clearly see it. Like that, he asked me? Yes, I do, I replied. I turned to him and told him he would be a lier uf he said he wouldn't want to be one of those guys. He just said, not really but he would love to be the fly on the wall just watching everyone. We of course had great sex after that.

Lying in bed we started talking about our comments on what we had just seen then and a couple days ago. I told him if we are going to discuss this stuff then we would both need to be honest about it. He agreed whole heartily and added that no matter what is mentioned the other couldn't get pissed off or want to argue about it. I of course agreed with that. So, the talk we would have a few times began that evening and it was going to be our confessions to each other.

I asked first what he meant by saying that in the orgy situation he just wanted to be the fly on the wall observing and not participating? He explained to me that he gets more excited seeing the action of ithers than just being a participant. I asked about how he would get his pleasure of orgasm just watching? He went on to explain that he would masturbate while watching because he would be at the hight of stimulation. If it lasted for a while he would masturbate more than once. What if others were watching you, I asked. He told me he wouldn't realky care but doubted anyone would turn away from their activities to do so. Plus, being a fly, no woukd would notice. So, you would rather be a hidden voyuer than exposed, I told him. Maybe, he replied but I don't think it would matter. I askedhim if he thought he would be comfortable being in a setting like that and doing himself. Yeah, I do he said as long as I was OK with the people there.

His turn. Right to the point. How come seeing a Woman with two or more men turn you on so much and rather fast, he asked me? At first I was quiet and had to think what to say. I think it is because the Woman is getting a lot more attention to her needs than just one man could accomplish by themselves, I told him. Have you ever fantasized about being with more than one man, he asked? I confessed I have. One ither or more than one other at the same time he added? Just one other, I told him. One particular guy or different guys at different times. Damn, this honesty stuff is getting serious I thought. A couple different guys I guess, I replied. Who are your fantasy guys, he asked? Do I have to tell all I asked him? Of course, that was our agreement. I took a deep breath and told him there were 2. One is the manager if the grocery store I shop often and the other was my husbands good friend. My husband chuckled a bit and said that I have no idea how his friend would jump at the chance to bed me. My husband then asked the big question. So, what do you fantasize about the three if us doing and what do we do to you? I asked if he really wanted total honesty? If course, he said. This is the time for just that. OK, I replied but you agreed no one could get upset. Nope, no judgement allowed, he replied. I went on, it wasn't ever a threesome. It was always just the guy and me. You were never there.

My husband became silent for a moment and then said, I was there. I was sitting off to the side, out of direct sight masterbating with your action. We both laughed at that. I asked, would you really, coukd you really do that? It isn't like watching a group of strangers, this would be your wife and another man? Truth be told, he says. I think that would be the biggest turn on ever. Really, I asked? You could just sit there watching while your wife gets pounded by some other guy? Well, I don't quite look at it as being pounded by some other guy, he replies. More like watching the Woman he loves get pleasured but with a totally different observations point. Have you thought if me with a different man I asked? It's my fantasy, he tells me. He then says we basically fantasize about the same thing. He just never thought if the grocery manager.

I decided to just ask who he fantasized me with and he told me that it was funny I mentioned his good friend because he us in most of his fantasies if me with another. Really, I, replied. Anyone else? Just my ugly old fat boss whike you were getting me a raise. I laughed and told him he might as well erase that idea. He laughed too. Then he added that he would stick to just his friend for now. Good idea I said. Oh, how many times do you cum while you fantasize about ne with him so I can get an idea of the intensity we go at it, I asked? Twice, he replies. Always twice. Your friend must be good, I tood him. Says he is, was my husband's response. Jokingly I said that perhaps my husband wants me to find out. My husband didn't see the joke and just said, would you? Would I what, I asked? Would you have sex with him while I sat off and watched, he asked? Is that what you want, I asked? Yes, he replied. I think I would really enjoy it. What do you feel about it, he askef. Interesting idea I said. I was thinking my husband wants to just allow me to screw some one else while he gets off just watching the action. I told him, if that's what he wanted I would do that for him. I was thinking I would make it about my feelings don't matter and it was all about what he wanted. My husband tells me, no, no. It has to be something you would want to do too. It's not about just me. OK, truth is I would love to fuck his friend but I don't want to just cone out and say that. I tell my husband that it does sound interesting and I would ve willing to try it.

3 days later I am in our bedroom fucking my husband's friend while my husband sits iff to the side naked from the waist down pumping his cock. Yes, he was able to cum twice but I think I orgasmed more tines than that. Yes, I loved it. Yes, my husband's friend loved it. Oh, my husband seemed to enjoy it the most if all. He was the one that encouraged me to keep doing it. His friend became a regular fir a while gefore jy husband encouraged me to have some others. That was 20 years ago and while the sex desires have decreased some, the sex in front if my husband while he jerks off hasn't changed.

So, I guess I don't know who got who into it. I suppose it was a mutual decision which I think it shoukd always be. The thing for us was to be open and honest with each other. 

How did you begin cuckolding your husband

 I was a virgin when we married and knew nothing about sex; I hadn't even masturbated. I liked having sex with him but I never had the climax experience that the girls at work talked about. I wasn't unhappy with my marriage and I liked the comfort and security but after a few years I began feeling like he wasn't paying attention to me. He wasn't noticing me; it was like I was just there.

For example when I'd wear a new outfit he didn't notice. I'd change my hairstyle or how I was doing my makeup and he didn't notice. The other girls at work noticed and we'd talk at lunch and breaks and occasionally went out for a drink after work and had fun. The only man who did notice was an older man at work. I worked in the finance office and he was a program manager who sometimes came by to get help with reports.

He not only noticed but commented on the details of how I looked that day. Clearly he had not been paying attention but paying close attention. His comments were not shallow flattery either; most of the time they were positive but a few times he came me a critique suggestion. I paid attention and found myself dressing to please him and being disappointed when he didn't show up. One of those days, I picked up the phone and called him and said there was something I wanted to show him. He understood my meaning and showed up.

I was excited in my anticipation of him seeing me. I felt silly really; I mean what business did I have feeling excited about earning his approval? When he got to my cube I couldn't help myself. I told him I'd been wanting him to see me all day. He gave me this huge warm smile and told me I was exquisite. I actually blushed. He sent me an email the next morning telling me to be sure and put him down as a reviewer for the next round of 360s because he was pleased with my extra effort with the financial reporting I'd been doing for the program office.

A month later he suggested I put in for the mentor program. He said he had two young men he'd ben giving career advice to and thought my career would benefit from being on the formal advancement track. I was selected. He told me I had earned it but that I was going to have to really apply myself and work at mastering the material. I did and six months later I was placed into the company paid MBA program!

I did well when I was in college; I graduated magna but my GPA wasn't high enough for summa. The MBA classes were more difficult but I was much more motivated and I surprised myself at how well I was doing. As my mentor, I met with him once a week for 30 minutes. He still paid attention to how I looked which made me feel good but he concentrated heavily and critically on what I was doing scholastically.

About a year later we both needed to travel to corporate headquarters in Chicago. He got upgraded to first class and asked if I'd ever flown up front. I hadn't and he swapped boarding passes with me! We were both there for the same project review but in completely different roles so I only caught sight of him during the breaks. At lunch I wanted to sit with him but he was at a table that was already full when I got there. He said he had a customer dinner to go to that night but if I was free the next night he wanted to take me to dinner.

He had pretty much told me exactly what to wear on the trip so that I fit in with the other women, most of whom were much older, but didn't stick out. When we sat down to dinner, he was all business and questioned me in detail about the meeting and breakout sessions over a cocktail. He asked me about my food preferences and ordered for me including a wine pairing.

Then he asked about my schooling and we discussed that; then commented that my husband must be very supportive of my working so hard and putting in more hours at work and the night MBA classes. I told that frankly my husband didn't seem to care one way or the other. He seemed concerned and said he was sorry to hear that. At that I opened up and probably talked too much because several minutes later I found myself telling him that my husband was insensitive to my needs. That seemed to put a halt to the conversation and that made me feel awkward. After a long pause where neither of us spoke, he said that was an issue that many couples encounter.

Fortunately the waiter arrived with the dessert menu. We talked about school and discovered we both liked opera. While I was a business finance major in college I had a minor in music and he played the cello in college. There were plenty of things to talk and laugh about. In the cab back to the hotel he put his arm around me and I looked to him for a kiss and was not disappointed. When we got to the hotel he asked if he could walk me to my room. Then when I unlocked my room's door, he asked if I'd like him to come in.

His seduction of me had all the hallmarks of spontaneity until he handed me his suit coat to hang, then he reached into the interior pocket and removed a strip of three condoms. His initial foreplay was sweet, delicate, most importantly, effective, unlike my pitiable and inept husband's meager attempts at foreplay. When I touched his cock to stroke it, it was noticeably larger than my husband's and it brought out my inner slut.

He kissed and praised my shoulders, hips, and breasts and kissed them and almost inhaled my nipples. He put on a condom and slid his cock slowly inside me and the unexpected sensations of fullness and expansion. His kissed me and stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful and then slowly pulled all the way out. He teased me with its tip and I've never wanted anything as badly as I wanted it back inside me. The actual sex itself got progressively more rough and vigorous. It went on and on and he shifted me around into one position after another. We were both sweating profusely and then I had an astounding climax. He gave me several more thrusts then yanked his condom off and ejaculated on my chest and breasts. My nipples were sore from his suckling but the pain mixed with the pleasure was just right. He gathered a small quantity of his semen up and rubbed it on my upper lip and then into my mouth and onto my tongue.

A week later when I got back home, I got sexually aggressive with my husband. I fibbed and told him I'd been talking about sex with friends and had some things I wanted to try. I have to say, he was good natured about it and after a few more nights of egging him on, I got a facsimile of a climax. It wasn't enough to make me consider giving up my lover.

Humiliation of your husband during cuckolding session

 Well in my husband’s case I started off slowly and eased him into the humiliation. We haven’t done anything extreme I know my husband’s limits and will respect them. Below are humiliation things that my bull and I have done:

Verbal humiliation: This one is the first one we started on. I would tell my husband his small cock didn’t please me while my bull would tease him about his cock.

Standing in the corner nude: We would make him nude and watch us. Also at times he wasn’t allowed to touch himself if he did my strong bull bend him over his leg spank the crap out of him.

Cleaning up: This was a big adjustment for my cuck at first he didn’t want too but my bull would grab him and his mouth on my pussy and lick up all his cum. After awhile my cuck started to lick and was eager to clean up. Lucky for him bull would shoot about 3 to 4 tablespoons of cum. Cucky started to become a big cum slut.

Transition into panties. This was easier than I thought it would be. I purchased some sissy satin panties off Etsy and presented it as a gift for him. When he opened the package he thought they were for me. I said no dear they are for you Since you are mouse hung you do not need male underwear anymore. He went and tried them on and I could see he loved the soft satin material. I removed all his male underwear and now only wears panties. We forced to stand in the corner and watch in them. My bull would call him names sissy panty boy or sissy cuckold. When my bull is over he can only wear panties around.

Chastity device: This didn’t workout unfortunately it was too painful and would turn my husband’s cock black and blue. We decided after trying different C Rings to give it up.

Not allowed to watch: At times my bull and I make him listen outside the master bedroom with the door lock. He is only allowed to come in and clean up in his panties. Usually my bull stays the night and my cuckold husband has to be in the other room.

Lingerie Shopping for the Bull: I take my cuck husband shopping with me for lingerie for my hot bull.

French Maid: I had cucky recently fitted for a custom French Maid dress from a local seamstress. He was totally humiliated because the lady knew he was sissy cuck. The dress was fitted hoop at the top the which allowed me to lock it with padlock. Also it has matching satin and lace panties. I bought him heels, garters and thigh high stockings. He now has to shave his legs and must be dressed in the outfit when my bull is over.

I probably forgot to mention some of other humiliating experiences we have done on him but that’s the majority of them.

How do you humiliate and demean your cuckold husband?

 I cuckold my husband about 5 years ago. Every cuckold craves some kind of humiliation. I started off humiliating hubby by verbally telling him his cock was small and my bulls cock is a real mans cock. The next thing I did was transition him into panties. This was easier than I originally thought. I explain to him that he was mouse hung and didn’t need boy underwear. My follow up was his small cock would nicely fit into a pair of panties. I bought 7 pairs of sissy satin panties and told him try them on and show me. They were hipster and bikini style panties. Without any hesitation my husband eagerly tried them on and liked them. I handed him bag and told him to put all of his boy underwear it and it was going to donation store. When my bull comes over I make cucky strip down to his panties. My bull loves teasing and calling him panty boy or sissy cuckold. Hubby just burns in humiliation. Next up was a chastity device this was a little more difficult to get him to wear it but he caved in. I keep him locked up most of the time but allow it come off after 3 to 4 days to clean under his foreskin.

After couple years I decided to up the humiliation a bit. Hubby was used to watching me get pleasured in front of him and occasionally I would allow the chastity to come off so he could wank while I having sex with my bull. One evening as three of us we’re walking into the bedroom I stopped my husband at the door and told him he was not allowed to watch tonight and I wanted my alone time with my bull . He burned in humiliation and some anger. I said you can listen outside the door or room next door. We closed the door and locked it. We allowed him to come in afterwards to clean up my creampie as he was already trained to do. Then he had to leave because I decided my bull was spending the night.

We continued the humiliation above but one of my bulls wanted to take it the next step further and assisted that I get him dress up as French Maid. I purchased a custom fitted French Maid outfit from Etsy with matching knickers. He was fitted with black thigh highs and white heels. I make him wear the outfit every time my bulls come over. He attends to all domestic needs and cleans in his outfit.

If you starting to cuck your husband take it small steps so he can adjust to the humiliation and lifestyle. You know him the best and his limitations just don’t over do it.

How do wives cuckold their husbands?

 Given the delicate nature of cuckolding, it’s something best done together, to be honest. Every cuckold couple is different and has varying needs that should be met. Before you can consider being with another man, you have to find out what your husband wants out of the experience and consider if you can meet his needs.

It should be more than one conversation. If he says something like “I just want you to be with someone else, that’s it,” there’s probably more to his fantasy. It’s okay that he doesn’t want to reveal it all (a man needs to be very comfortable with vulnerability to explain his cuckold fantasy to his wife or girlfriend), but you’ll want to know more before you actually sleep with someone else.

One of the problems with making any sexual fantasy a reality is that it’s hard to make the real thing as hot as what happens in a guy’s (or girl’s) mind. What if he hates the idea of you kissing someone else but wants you to have sex with someone else. That might be a deal breaker. These are things you should know before diving in.

That’s why I recommend taking it slow. Maybe you have your husband watch from across a coffee place as you go on a first date with a guy. Maybe he gets to see you share a few kisses with the guy. If that turns you both on, then you can take it to the next step.

If you’re really going to work cuckolding into your marriage, you have years, probably decades, to get it right, so there’s no harm in taking your time and having as much fun with it as possible. Remember, despite what you’ve read online, each couple is different and there’s no step by step way to approach cuckolding. You need to figure it out together. There will almost certainly be bumps and setbacks along the way, but if it’s right for your marriage you won’t regret it.