I Love Cuckoldry

He's Bigger Than You

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Sat, 07 May 2011 18:54:00 +0000

"It's not so much that you're small. He's just so much bigger than you."

An Example for the Cuckold

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Sat, 07 May 2011 05:29:00 +0000

No Wonder You're a Cuckold

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 17:14:00 +0000

The completely disinterested husband. I've never understood that one. And he wonders how he wound up a cuckold.

Smalller than My Cuck, but Better,

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 28 Dec 2010 01:01:00 +0000

Can any of you cuckolds relate to this one? Married or committed to a woman who lives by the maxim "Sex with another is always better than sex with your spouse"?

Understand the Importance of Disrespect

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 22:23:00 +0000

Confirmation that her Bull knows how to disrespect her when it most counts.

Get Drinking, Cuck!

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Sat, 25 Dec 2010 18:07:00 +0000

Inspired to make a cuckold caption. How would you caption this photo?

Cuckoldry Was My Training Ground

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 07:01:00 +0000

As some of you may already know, my wife is a legal prostitute working in a Northern Nevada brothel. What has that to do with cuckoldry, you might ask?

She's gone from home for at least a week at a time. Most often, she's gone for two weeks or longer. All the while, I have limited communication with her as she's off flirting and getting her groove on with other men. I go to bed alone. I raise the kids, for the most part, alone. I deal with all of family's needs while she plays... I mean, works.

About a year before she took the plunge into brothel life, she and I were heavy into cuckold play. Our play included her going off to live with her boyfriends for stretches of time. One month, she managed to stay the night at her boyfriend's place for the better part of a month.

At the time, I found it ironic that I should so desperately want her to "force" her absence on me, to make me sleep alone night after night. Before I turned to cuckoldry to cope with her slut running ways, I weeped about how often she would go out and not return to me. It hurt so bad. The more I brought it up, the more she continued.

Eventually her habit of staying away turned into a source of arousal for me. She was confused when I first suggested that she make me sleep alone night after night, considering how much I whined about it before. Eventually, she followed through and the term "I'm leaving you" (vs. "I'm going out") became entrenched in our relationship lexicon.

During that time in our relationship, her absence was cause for my arousal. Nowadays, her absence doesn't have an erotic effect. However, her absence is easy to handle. Sure, there are moments in which I miss her terribly. Most of the time, though, I'm comfortable with her being gone. And it's all thanks to our "forced" absence cuckolding play.

Are Most Married Men Cuckolds?

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 07:01:00 +0000

That adorable cuckoldress JinxyPie wrote an article back in April that I've meant to write about for awhile now.

In her article "No, you can't has," JinxyPie has this to say:

"Even if you don’t realize it, you may have been partaking in the denial fetish."

I certainly can relate to this with my own wife, even though we're not formally a cuckold couple. Take the play with her long-time boyfriend. When with him, she spends a lot of time sucking his cock, getting her pussy eaten, and anal occurs every other time with them.

When it comes to me, she sucks my cock maybe once or twice a year and it only lasts for a minute or two. Eating her pussy? She let me do that once so far this year, but again, only for a few short minutes. Once she came, it was over.

In the anal arena, forget about. I haven't been in her ass for at least a couple years. Her usual excuse for denying me access to her brown eye is that I'm too big. I know better, though, because she's admitted to letting guys twice my size fuck her asshole.

Something struck me about JinxyPie's suggestion that all cuckold couples likely already practice some form of denial fetish: The same can be said for a great many non-cuckold couples, too.

Think about all those jokes about marriage and sex, for example. Or consider the general sexual defiency that befalls so many married folk a few years after the wedding. I've known so many men who have to beg and beg and beg for even five minutes of sex with their wives.

When it comes down to it, the wife is in total control of the sexual aspect of most marriages. After the honeymoon is over, it's all downhill. In most cases, the wife denies her husband sex unless it's at a time and under conditions of her choosing. As a result, there are a whole lot of frustrated married men out there.

What do you think? Do you know any guys who fit this scenario?

Note: When I refer to this particular power dynamic in marriages, I'm generalizing. I've also known couples in which the dynamic is reversed.

I Am a Wittol

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 07:01:00 +0000

Many committed men identify their sexual relationship with their wives/girlfriends as cuckoldry because it’s the closest match. I am one of these men.

A Time without Expression

Sure, I’ve fantasized about being treated in most of the ways that cuckolds desire to be treated by their HotWives and their lovers. Among these are forced abstinence, sissification, long-term denial, and forceful (even abusive) bull/stud sessions.

I have actually experienced prolonged periods of sexual denial, and nothing gets me off quite as quickly as when my wife says degrading things about me while we fuck. One of the quickest things to make me cum is when my wife says, “I hate you. I hate your dick.”

Speaking to my own experiences, all the various expressions of cuckoldry present intense erotic effects. But would I really follow through with all of them? Not really. It’s just not who I am.

My original intent in sexually opening up my marriage served one purpose above all others: to release my wife to fuck whomever she wished.

My engagement in sexual relations with other women was not the motivator. What I wanted most was for my wife to fuck other men.

Self-Denial Turns to Acceptance

Over the years, the concept of “cuckoldry” trickled into my awareness. At first, it repulsed me. The expressions I witnessed focused on degrading the husband, relegating him to the role of an also-ran or a generally inferior lover.

One thing I knew about myself for sure: I was (and still am to some extent) a champion lover.

My cock falls squarely into the bigger than average category. Some women have even called me huge (poor girls). My prowess only dipped in intensity over the past few years, and that was primarily due to a lack of sexual partners and a non-receptive, routine-anchored wife.

Nothing about my sexual abilities warranted anything that takes prominence in the cuckoldry fetish. Only my wife’s increased intensity and willingness to experiment and fuck in more fevered ways with other men (vs. with me) fit the bill.

I just wasn’t willing to admit that I was a cuckold, until one day, I decided there was something insanely arousing about being told I was a last choice, in being degraded, in feeling inferior, in being denied sex only to have my wife go off a few short hours later to fuck someone else.

Over time, these fantasies and realities merged and I accepted the reality. I accepted that I truly was a cuckold… or so I thought.

The Search Ends?

A previous cuckold blogger and I had hashed out a term for guys like us. We could actually satisfy our significant others with ease. We didn’t exactly want to have access to our willies cut off, or to be turned into sissies. We just dug that our women needed more than one man to fuck.

We didn’t need to keep score and keep our extra-marital play reciprocal. We wanted our ladies’ tallies to spike, while we stayed behind to get ourselves off to the thought of what and who they might be doing.

The term the cuckold blogger came up with was “Magnan,” defined as “not quite a swinger, 'cause he'd rather share his wife with a stud than fuck another woman.”

The term didn’t catch on, but another came to my attention via a tweet: wittol.

UrbanDictionary.com defines a wittol as “a husband who has no objection to his wife making love to other men.”

Plain and simple. This sums up exactly the type of relationship I have with my wife. I’m not cut off from playing with other people. I’m not sissified. I’m not caged. I’m just a guy who is alright with my wife freely pursuing her sexual desires.

Although I’ll always harbor and express some cuckoldry, I am a wittol.

Live Cuckold Report: 27 August 2010

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 09:21:00 +0000

Right now, my wife is staying the night at her boyfriend's place. I don't use the expression "sleeping" because she declared her intent to fuck with "he hasn't been getting any loving."

That leaves me home alone to let my imagination run wild. Unfortunately, my imagination can only run so wild with my wife and her boyfriend. That's why he hasn't gotten much loving lately. With my wife, familiarity definitely makes for resistance and routine. When she's with new guys, and for quite some time after, she's one of the wildest rides around. But when that good old sense of familiarity sets in... wham! You're begging her to just let you at her for five minutes, just five minutes.

Back in the day, I used to imagine her boyfriend and her might be so bold as to fuck right outside our bedroom window, waking me up to quietly stroke myself to the sound of her bursts of breath and his occasional catching of the breath.

I can hear them right now, trying to stay quiet but also fine with getting caught. My left ear exposed to catch most of their sounds without alerting them to my awareness.

That would be a heavenly sound right about now. In reality, she's probably playing Rock Hero, or they went straight for it and he's giving her the squirt treatment. Then she'll likely suck his cock for a good long while, something I can count on one hand how many times she's done for me.

These are the ways I am cuckolded. These are the ways I get off.

Cuckolds Make Better Fathers OR "I'm not coming home tonight. Watch the kids, cuck!"

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 07:01:00 +0000

When my children were younger, they required a babysitter if my wife and I wanted to go out for the evening. I wasn't really much for going out anyway, and my absence facilitated my wife's success rate at picking up men. As a result, I wound up staying home to care for our sons.

At first, I was more than willing to watch my kids because it meant my wife was fucking new men. The more often I sat at home without her, the more turned on I got. It took a few years to realize the erotic effect that staying home to watch the kids would have on me.

Well in the early days, we were considered swingers. Cuckoldry was a term we hadn't discovered. For us, our swinging relationship was lopsided primarily because of my desire to have a slutty wife who was constantly fucking new men. I gave up my running rights in order for her to more readily exercise hers.

As time progressed and we tried to work on a more equal swinging arrangement, we still didn't have the funds to get a babysitter for the times we wanted to go out. In the end, my wife would go out on her own and I'd have to stay home to watch the kids. If she got laid, especially if she found a new dick, my inability to accompany her felt like it paid off. On the nights she didn't hook up, I felt robbed.

As my children reached the age when one could watch the other, and then when both where old enough to stay home without supervision, I thought for sure that I'd start to go out more often. Alas, I continue to remain at home most of the time.

In retrospect, I look back at the years spent serving the primary role of child care giver during the evening hours and realize how those years shaped me into the cuckold I am today. I also can't help but wonder how it has shaped me into one of the most engaged and attentive fathers I know.

Unlike the stereotype of the uninvolved father who rarely spends his off-hours caring for his children because he "spends all day working and shouldn't be expected to work when he gets home," the cuckold father takes care of the children without getting to complain about it. Well, this cuckold father didn't anyway. For me, complaints only led to temporary dialing backs of my wife's play or an acceleration, depending on her mood.

The concept of the domesticated sissy comes to my mind when I think about this part of my pre-cuckold cuckolding past. Here I read lots of stories from real-life cuckold sissies who are forced to clean their homes spotlessly and prepare meals and tend to their HotWives needs. I never read about any of these sissies having to care for their children.

A lot of swingers have children in residence. You read their blogs or forum posts and eventually someone comes out with some story or reason for not attending an event that has to do with one or more of their children. With exception to the breeding fetish that some cuckolds express, such tike-based challenges seem absent from the cuckolding world. Why is that, and what do you think?

Does cuckolding lead to more involved fathers?
Do cuckold couples tend not to have children living at home?

Does Enabling a Wife to Cheat Turn Me On?

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 07:01:00 +0000

I received an intriguing question from callmemaiden on my Formspring account:

You love the thought that your wife is cheating on you, does it also turn you on if the woman you are with is cheating on her husband?

You can read my original response here.

I've thought heavily on this question since first answering it. As a cuckold-leaning guy, I've never really considered how it feels to be in the role of the enabler.

Before I continue, I should restate that I recognize two forms of cuckoldry:

as an all-too-real fact of life - Cuckolds in this category make up the majority of cuckolds in the world. These are men who have wives who cheat on them without consent. This type of dishonesty arises directly out of the fires of our monogamy-only culture and can be easily shed if only we accepted that humans are not meant for monogamy.
as a pluralistic fetish - Cuckolds in this category get off on the thought that their wife will never remain sexually faithful to them. Many of these cuckolds desire that should they ever ask their wives to call it all off and return to a monogamous relationship that the wives will continue to fuck others on the sly... and that possibility has a powerful effect on the cuck.

One last point of clarification: I'm taking this question to refer to non-consensual cheating, as contrasted to a male who has expressed a desire his wife cheat.

The Short Answer

Yes! For one reason only: It would flatter me to no end knowing that the married woman thought I was worth the risk of getting caught.

Empathy Restrains Enabling

When it comes to living my life, I try to follow one moral guideline over all others. Can you guess what it is? The Golden Rule. That's what makes it so difficult for me to say for sure that it would be a turn on to know the woman I'm plowing is cheating on her husband.

The mere fact that a wife would want to risk everything just to have me inside her is insanely arousing, not to mention flattering. Still, I would have a hard time not thinking about how hurt her husband would feel to find out. That nagging conscience of mine would make any sustained pleasure or thrill dry up, and would likely shrivel my willy in a hurry. Or would it?

My History of Helping Wives Cheat

I have only once helped a wife cheat. She wanted me far more than I wanted her. Nowadays, I'd jump on her in a heartbeat. Back then, though, I was not into heavy women at all. This woman was definitely packing some pounds, which turned me off.

Rhonda lived right across the street from us. She and my wife befriended each other, often sharing homemade kahlua on each others front porches. Eventually, Rhonda started to grow suspicious of some of my wife's activities and it all came out. The excitement of our open relationship rocked her world, and she soon wanted to sample me.

She felt stuck in a dead-end marriage. Her husband rarely showed any sexual interest, or interest in anything sexual at all. I heartily believed that she needed to work on resolving her marital strife but she still wanted me. She wound up with my brother first. It was obvious to her that it was a one-time thing between them, so she turned up the juice and pursued me extra hard.

All the while, I kept thinking about her husband. Sure, some of my thoughts stemmed from self-preservation, but the bulk of my concern came from a place of empathy. How would I feel if my wife cheated on me with a neighbor? (This was before cuckolding entered my life. We were swingers at the time.)

Rhonda and I eventually got it on, and fuck was it good if not quick. After that encounter, she pursued me daily. I only once let it go any farther than flirting, a night when my wife and I were tripping. She sucked my cock for hours to limited success. Most of the time, I avoided moments of seclusion with her. I just kept thinking about how wrong it was to fuck her without her husband's approval... and that wasn't going to happen.

Rhonda eventually started to feel remorse about having screwed around on her husband with me and other men. She created lists of the things she did to wrong him, burned it, then swore never to cheat on him ever again. Last I checked, she remained true to her commitment.

Then there was the only committed woman I ever pursued. Lisa was a young college girl who wanted to be naughty with my wife and me. Her boyfriend was a good fuck, but she wanted group sex and he wanted none of it. Lisa and I came extremely close to getting it on. Ironically, no fear or hesitation arose in regards to her relationship. I wanted her bad, and the thought of her cheating on her boyfriend with me made me hot, hot, hot.

Things got really ugly between Lisa and her man, and they resolved to move back to Idaho. A couple years later, I heard they had gotten engaged, planned the wedding, then called it off. She had decided he was too possessive and jealous for a strong marriage and went on a wilding. When I heard that, I wished so bad that she would go out of her way to visit me to fuck my brains out like we had talked about years before. The split with her man only intensified my desire for her, cutting out that nagging empathy factor.

All of this happened within the first two years after my wife and I started swinging. Since then, I would often state that I'd be happy to tend to a lonely housewife or 40 but would always remain rooted in the Golden Rule.

Cheating to Impregnate Turns Me On

With all this said, though, one fantasy that involves me fucking a woman without her significant other knowing turns me on immensely: Breeding!

Every once in awhile I meet a woman who makes me want to procreate. Some inspire such desire because they've stated their own deep-seeded desire to have my baby. Others just send my testicles into overdrive.

The thought of a woman coming to me for the purpose of breeding excites me to no end. I'd have an extremely hard time not accepting the role that so many cuckolds have imagined, the role of the breeding bull.

If a woman told me that she wanted to make a baby with me, a baby that she would lead her husband to believe is his own, I would most likely jump on that in a heartbeat.

A few years back, I'd likely have declined such an offer. I'm not sure if this represents a degradation in my moral fortitude, a biological urge stemming from growing older, or the knowledge that some 30% of all children worldwide do not come from the husbands who believe they sired them.

All may be a factor, but ultimately, I think I'd feel honored that the woman would want children with me. And with all that said, I don't really want to be a father again and would hopefully deny women the chance of getting my load for the purpose of conception. Which reminds me, I need to get cut soon before I grow too weak to resist.

Some of my most powerful jack-off, and even fuck induced cums have involved thoughts of me knocking up some woman from my past. Many times, I like to pull it out with my wife who plays it both ways - me knocking up some girl she names or her wishing her tubes weren't tied so she can have so-and-so's baby. All these scenarios produce potent pops!

Where Do You Stand?

As a cuckold, would it turn you on if you helped a woman cheat on her husband?

Trembling for Abandonment

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 07:01:00 +0000

All this talk lately regarding HotWives taking the final step into accepting full dominance of the cuckold relationship has me walking down memory lane. I'm always attempting to understand why I exhibit some of my cuckold traits. Perhaps the most confusing is my past desire to have my wife to leave me for other men.

What if She Really Left Me?

I'm not talking about going out for the night and not coming home until the next afternoon. No, I'm talking about the full-out divorce scenario.

Yeah, I know...twisted.

I have to face the facts though. Some of my most intense cums ever were induced the few times my wife has realistically said:

"You better fucking enjoy this 'cause it's the last time you're ever getting it. I'm packing and leaving your ass to live with [fill in current stud's name]. We're getting married once my divorce to you is final."

There's the way she just lays there to make it seem like it's the worst of the last obligations she has to me. Or the way she tries to squirm free and makes it officially rape, threatening to tell her new man and warning me that a serious beat down awaits me if I don't let her go.

The cums were great, but it was the follow-up after all the cumming was done. She stayed in character, throwing clothes and other items in a bag and leaving without so much as an "I'll call you later. I trembled inside and masturbating multiple times in her absence.

Very rarely, my wife plays the role of the cuckoldress spooky well.

Asking for It

Long ago, I asked my wife to have sex with other men. Well, it was actually framed as, "You should feel free to fuck any man you want if he turns you on."

That's how we entered swinging.

It wasn't long before I was having the occasional fling with a lady or two. But all along, it was my wife fucking other men that excited me most. In my last post, I quoted Klein Rakker's belief that most cuckolds truly want their wives to take that next step into complete dominance over the situation.

My wife crossed that line on a few occasions, and it was the sweetest pain I ever endured in our relationship.

Abuse Her and She Shall Wander

It started with a hair tug.

The next day, we realized that both she and our girlfriend had likely been drugged with something that made them out of it. I hadn't known that at the time. I thought my wife was ignoring me for the cool guy from the club.

She walked away from me when I tried to tell her that I wasn't digging the scene. I mean, this guy was banging my wife, sharing him with another couple dudes, who wind up jerking off to some lesbian with her arm buried inside our girlfriend. All the while, I merely got to watch. (Remember: We weren't even close to being in a cuckold relationship at the time.)

The worst part about the scenario for me at the time was that she brought home an orgy when I asked her before she left not to bring anyone home after the club closed. Asked her to take the action elsewhere.

I expressed my frustration and asked her to take them all somewhere else. She scoffed at me and walked away. As I went to grab her, I went for her hair. Clutching a huge clump of her locks, I yanked her back and told her that I needed her attention, even if for just a minute. She punched me in the chest, and I quickly let go. Truth be told, I was shocked at my action; I'm never abusive unless it's prearranged.

Well, my girlfriend tried to calm me down and I eventually mustered the strength to ask everyone to leave. Well, the jerk-offs and lesbian left, but the cool guy from the club continued to bang my wife for another solid hour, while his friend banged our girlfriend. I laid on my bed and wished I could just pass out.

After the hour plus of solid fucking continued, I couldn't handle it anymore and said so. My wife got furious with me and left with the guy. She didn't return until early evening of that day.

When she returned home, I tried to express my frustration with her. She didn't remember fucking for hours, although her lower spine was rubbed raw. She did, however, remember me pulling her hair. She was still pissed. She warned me to never treat her that way ever again, that there were very few ways she'd leave me but that being abusive was near the top of the list.

After that night, she only craved strange new dick all the more. She was out every night the club was open for awhile and I begged her to slow it down. That's when she reminded me that I claimed to want an out-of-control slut for a wife. "Well," she said, "Here I am. You got what you asked for." Then she walked out the door in hopes of fucking someone entirely brand new.

Nearly every night she went out, the trembles would ensue and grow in strength as the morning sun rose. If noon struck without so much as a check-in phone call, my entire body would quake relentlessly.

An Absent Husband Makes for a Hyperactive SlutWife

Shortly after the hair pulling incident, my wife only got worse. Well, at the time I thought it was worse. Looking back, she made an excellent cuckoldress.

She no longer asked permission. I'd often arrive home after a long night of work to find her sitting and waiting dressed in skimpy, slutty clothes. As soon as I'd walk in the door, she'd hop up looking all hot, kiss me and dash out the door. I'd ask her to spend a little time with me first, but she would deny me and continue down the road to add one more cock to her tally.

A few months passed and she started to show no sign of wanting to play with me for any other than obligatory purposes. She encouraged me to explore other options. The more I explored, the harder she dove into all-out crazy stranger fucking.

Then, I made some bad choices that essentially forced me to leave Oregon.

In the meantime, my wife had to complete her degree. She could do it within 3 months,with the plan to join us upon her completion in Alaska to recoup and set a new course for our lives. During these 3 months, I lost contact with her most of the time. She started off by hanging out with all those guys I asked her not to hang out with due to their criminal proclivities. Next thing you know, she's out of touch for days at a time.

She only shared a few of the things she'd gotten herself into. I know there was much, much more to her sexual runnings during our long-distance marriage that she didn't tell me about. Still, starting off my absence with a proper strapping to the floor to be tortured and fucked for nearly 24 hours straight by a few dudes was a great way to start off.

Then there was the time she let a BBC, with tremendous skill to match his giant cock, brutalize her in the woods. Or then there was the nearly 72 hours she blacked out from being drugged by a malicious woman, waking up sore all over and later discovering the entirety of her student loan check had been withdrawn from the bank. And who could forget the way she arrived at the Anchorage International airport coming down from a multiple-day acid trip spent in Portland getting fucked like meat by multiple strangers?

In my absence, she let her true slut self shine in ways she never would in my presence. The beast was unleashed and no amount of my family's bashing would make her back down from continuing her promiscuous course. She was a proud slut.

The Beast Unleashed Shatters My Nerves

My wife never abated. She continued to pass me over so she could fuck other men. Even while living with my family, she had no issues with fucking family friends or going off to fuck new dudes she met while at the bar with some of my family members. Even while with me, in front of my family, she'd make a new friend and be gone until early in the morning.

Then she got a job and met Haciendo, a tall handsome man from the Dominican Republic. The banter between them grew intense. After a lot of teasing, they were finally set to hook up.

Due to my insecurities at the time, I hadn't been so keen on them getting it on. I wavered back and forth, finally telling her half-heartedly that it was okay. I'd wished she'd notice that I was really saying "no, it's not okay." Instead, she ran to make it happen. Before her shift ended, I freaked and begged her not to go with him. She ignored my calls, so I had to go inside the restaurant. They asked me to wait outside for her, per her request.

My wife stormed out of the front of the restaurant and told me to "Go the fuck home right now!"

I begged her not to go through with it. She refused. I had already said okay and she wasn't going to back out. I begged her again. She told me to go home and walked away. I yelled out, "Fine. It's him or me. If you walk in that door, you've made your choice. Don't bother coming home."

My entire body started to quake. I stormed into my mom's house and someone noticed I wasn't happy. They asked what was wrong. I told them I was just really tired and wished I wouldn't have wasted my time going to pick Renee up if she planned on going out with "friends." The person left me alone and I tried to sleep, but couldn't. My whole body trembled from its core.

My wife walked in the door just as the sun began to rise and described an intense and especially naughty night with a god. We fucked then fell asleep for a few short hours.

The whole night, preceding my time confronting my wife at work until the time she returned and it was apparent she wouldn't really leave me for another man after all, I trembled. I feared I'd lose her permanently. I just wanted my wife back, if not for a little bit.

Shortly after this incidence, we fell back in love and reclaimed our lust for one another. This didn't mean she wouldn't continue to break my heart in one way or another over the years. No, it just means she wasn't so callous about it anymore.

Pre-Planned Abandonment Triggers Trembles Too

My wife and I had our share of downs in terms of our swinging lifestyle. I strongly believe that the way she treated me, with a strong dose of imbalance when it came down to partnering with others, helped spur on my desire to be cuckolded.

She often would fuck her boyfriend far more often than me. At first, she didn't believe it. Then I started keeping a secret log of her activities. I had numbers to prove it. Then I created a calendar that I posted in our room. She quickly grew aware that she truly was making me wait while putting out for others.

She wanted to change this habit of hers by fucking me more often. But, I wanted something different. I had come to full grips with being cuckolded. I wanted more than for her to recognize that she fucks others more than me. I wanted her to want other men more than me. I wanted to feel like her final option.

I would bring it up while I fucked her. She promised to commit herself to her boyfriend every Friday night, then followed through. For well over a year, she spent every Friday night with her other man. As every Friday night approached, I would start to tremble at the mere thought of it.

Then there were the times I would make her promise to leave me altogether... at least for a couple weeks at a time. Little by little, she followed through with a three-day stretch here and there. Then one month, she slept with me once and only because her boyfriend left town for the night.

Every time a night away from me would approach, I'd tremble.

Her Silence Makes Me Tremble Nowadays

My wife doesn't disappear all-too often these days. Since she works as a legal prostitute, she's not likely to need to fuck lots of different men during her short stays home. She certainly fucks her boyfriend, but ultimately, she wants to stay with me.

While she's away, though, I experience the most nerve-wracking emotions. Why? She has a horrible habit of staying out-of-touch. I generally have to hound her for a call-back. In the meantime, I'm left to wonder why she's not calling me. Did she meet a millionaire who swept her off her feet? Did she decide to go out clubbing and ended up hooking up with a guy who makes her feel super-special or who drugged her up and is using her as his own cash cow?

Whatever she's up to, her sustained silence is possibly the most tremble-inducing act in my life. And the trembles are actually something I look forward to, something I crave.

Does your Hot/SlutWife's time away turn you into a trembling lump of gelatin?

Take Away my Control, Please!

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 23:01:00 +0000

A few weeks back, I responded to a cuckold caption created by Klein Rakker for his Cuckold Captions blog. He was rightfully excited that his creation had created such a stir across the Web, and he had some further thoughts regarding the notion that cuckolds top from the bottom up.

The following quote, in particular, struck especially close to my own experience with past cuckolding.

"I think that for most men, myself included, the goal is to get your wife to, at some point take full control and not only be the top but the dominant as well. We husbands are simply desperate for some original, autonomous sexual behaviour from our wives!" (Read full post here.)

How's this guy do it, so adeptly put his finger on my cuckolding pulse? I'm sure I'm not alone in my sentiments regarding this desire. At this stage in my life, I'm actually not really into being cuckolded. But when I had the cuck-itch roaring along in overdrive, nothing twisted me up inside quite as strongly as the thought of my wife taking complete charge of her sexuality. I wanted her to tell me unprompted that it made no difference what I wanted; the only thing that mattered were her wishes and desires.

Now, my wife's sexual proclivities have never exactly been what could be considered "vanilla." She made so many of my twisted fantasies a reality, all with an overwhelming sense of glee. Still, I almost always had to steer her in my chosen direction to ensure those fantasies were actualized. This is a huge part of the reason I believe cuckoldry appealed to me, the appeal of having a wife who could make me blush. A huge part of me even wanted her to treat me so callously, to deny me her sex so completely that I would truly be her bottom, even to the point of her leaving me for a lengthy period of time, only to return after I'd groveled.

Well, those times have changed for me, only the faintest of cuckolding desire remains. In retrospect, I've learned as much about myself and my psychological workings as I have about the various ways to express the cuckolding lifestyle. Still, I occasionally find myself wanting my wife to eventually break my heart, as it were, and temporarily eschew me for some other grand lover... at least until it stops making me drip cum at the mere thought of it.

Reflecting Modern Cuckoldry

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 19:01:00 +0000

As most of you know, captioning photos to give them a cuckolding context is pretty popular. I ran across an image on ImageFap the other day that had a line in it that I think sums up the reality of cuckolding as a fetish.

"Nothing gets my dick harder than watching her indulge my cuckolding fetish and knowing I'm really the one in control."

When it comes down to it, the cuckold fetishist (vs. a true cuckold who has a wife who is unfaithful without his consent) is in control. This is evidenced by the huge amount of books, tutorials, and just generally repeated question by blog visitors that revolve around the concept of convincing one's wife/girlfriend to cuck them.

Almost always to begin with, the wife wants nothing to do with it because it just doesn't feel right. It's downright confusing to a committed woman why her man would wish for her to treat him in what they perceive as a negative.

Well, polls taken over the last few years have revealed that women are twice as likely to cheat on their significant others. There are many factors that could explain the statistic, but the reality is that the chances of one's wife cheating is pretty high.

When a husband releases his wife to be free with anyone she wishes, he removes the ability for her to cheat on him. This enables him to feel some sense of control.

A lot of the practices that a cuckoldress employs are ones that their husband/boyfriend has explicitly requested, like humiliation, sissifying, forced abstinence, caging and so on.

Just as it is with the swinging scene, both partners need to feel some semblance of control in the situation or else it all falls apart. As the saying goes, "Swinging makes a strong marriage stronger and a weak marriage crumble."

Even with the total surrender of one's life to a cuckoldress, there is an understanding that the fun won't last if the other is being sadistic for the sake of sadism and not for the mutual enhancement of the situation.

When it comes down to it, the strong cuckold couple is made up of two partners who both have the ability to renegotiate the relationship. So the cuck who claims to be in control even though his cuckoldress has denied him access to her sweet body is not far off base. If it is making him feel sick in a bad way, he can always talk it out with his wife/girlfriend to alter the relationship in a way that feels good for both of them.

See the image here.

For further thoughts inspired by this caption and this post, visit the following posts:

"Cuckold Thoughts." (source: Watching My Wife)
"Do Cuckolds Really Top from the Bottom?" (source: The Cuckold Spot)

Is Cuckoldry a Coping Mechanism?

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 07:01:00 +0000

There are lots of reasons why men desire to be cuckolded by their significant others. Most do it for the simple reason that it turns them on. Most don't really question why it has such a strong sexual impact on them; they just roll with it.

I spend considerable time pondering why cuckolding appeals to me.

Oh, the Irony!

Most of what gets me off falls squarely in the arena of irony. I cum much quicker when my wife says the following things while we're having sex:

"Your dick is pitiful." At over seven inches long and five and a half inches around, my dick is not what one would normally refer to as small.
"I hate having you inside me." My wife almost always cums extra hard immediately after saying this and promptly melts into, "You feel so fucking good."
"This is the last time you'll ever be inside me again." Although we've played around with forced abstinence, I always outlast her. She caves and has sex with me first.
"I hate you." Promptly after I explode with the force of an atomic bomb, she strokes me and repeats the line "I love you" over and over again. I know she loves me deeply, but this one line does more to get me off quickly than any other.

I'm still quite confused as to why such derogatory lines would have such an aphrodisiac effect on me.

Why Is Degradation so Powerful?

Cuckoldry is so entrenched in power play and role reversals that it's actually kind of difficult to label it as a form of sexual expression. Most of what gets me off with the aforementioned lines is deeply psychological.

Let me explore some of why each of these lines impacts me the way they do.

"Your dick is pitiful."
I think this line hits me in two places: my twisted desires and a touch of guilt.

In terms of my twisted desires, having sex with a woman who regularly fucks guys who are much, much bigger than me is a huge turn on. I truly want to feel pitiful inside her. I truly want to feel like I'm fucking air while inside her. I've experienced this a time or twenty, and I cum so quick.
In terms of the guilt factor, well, most of the time I wish I was fucking someone else's pussy. Not because I don't like her pussy, it's just that she's thin. I want to fuck fat pussy so bad. I feel guilty for preferring someone else's pussy over my wife's (although I wouldn't trade it out for all the money in the world). When she tells me that my dick is pitiful, it triggers something inside me that says, "You want to be inside someone else? Imagine how she feels having to fuck your unappreciative dick."

"I hate having you inside me."
This line is very much like "Your dick is pitiful." The difference is that this line hearkens at obligation.

In my mind, the only reason she's having sex with me is because that's what a wife is expected to do. I guess that the main psychological thing at play here is that this makes her more like most other wives, in that she's only fucking me because she "has to."

"This is the last time you'll ever be inside me again."
Knowing I'll never have my own wife again is a major psychological arousal point, and it appeals to the fatalistic side of my personality.

The result is that I fuck her like it's absolutely true, especially when she designates who she'll be fucking instead of me. Some of the most intense fucking we've had in the past few years has been spurred on by this line.
A feeling of desperation is mostly at play here, I think. A feeling that I really don't deserve to be with this goddess of a wife pervades. The line takes me to a space where she means it and punishes me for all those negative things and criticisms I've heaped upon her. It seems to level the playing field and makes me appreciate much more strongly what I have in my wife.

"I hate you."
This has been the most powerful line of all, as well as the most perplexing. My wife had an incredibly difficult time with "I hate you." It dates back to our pre-cuckoldry days.

For a few years, my wife refused to say the line, instead melting into me and stroking me and telling me how much she loved me. That's when some limping would occur and I would take even more time to cum.

Eventually, she came around to the idea, noting how quickly I popped when she used the line on me. After awhile, she switched from saying, "You have to cum soon" to "I hate you." With the latter, I would cum within 10-15 seconds. Other times, I popped the second she said it.

As the platform from which all the degradation aspect of our cuckolding launched, "I hate you" remains one of the most enigmatic psychological factors for me. Why would it pack such a powerful punch? Here are some of the reasons I've considered:

I feel I'm not worthy of such a goddess.
I feel guilty that I don't show enough appreciation for all that she does for me.
I feel guilty for those things that make me feel animosity toward her.
I feel guilty for spending so much time getting off to her with others or me with others, and not enough time getting off to the two of us together.

I will continue to explore my psyche for reasons why I dig degradation so much. For now, though, I must note that my period of being unemployed has actually dialed down my cuckolding drive. This tells me that my desire to be cuckolded is probably similar to why so many executives choose to seek out the services of a Dominatrix. Cuckolding takes the guy down to a more humble plane of existence.

I Don't Control My Wife.

Ultimately, I believe that it is my wife's defiant and contrary nature that has spurred on cuckolding in our relationship. Sure, the psychological factors discussed above come into play, but what is the biggest motivation for my cuckolding drive to surface?

The fact is, try as I might, I have very little control over the actions of my wife. In fact, if I impose some limit or rule on her, she usually breaks the rule the first chance she gets. If I tell her not to fuck some guy, she does. If I tell her to fuck some dude, she won't.

In fact, this lack of control isn't even the sole domain of sexuality. It's everything, even the simple stuff.

Me: "Babe, will you order a pizza for dinner?"
Her: "Nope. You do it."

Me: "Sweetheart, I'm going to plant the veggies today."
Her: "No, I want to do it. Save them for me to plant."

Me: "Lover, will you plant the veggies today."
Her: "No. I'll plant them in a couple days."

And so on...

Then there's sex between us. Until recently, I almost never got to call the shots regarding when, where and how we would have sex. It was always her decision. Now, some of you reading this are probably thinking, "That's marriage for you." Well, not in my mind. For me, there has to be a lot of give and take.

Psychologically, I feel as though cuckolding is equivalent to salvation doctrine. Surrender to the wife and accept that she is the one driving the ship and the seas won't feel quite so turbulent. Sure, the waves will be choppy but at least two captains aren't bashing heads over which direction to steer the ship.

Cuckolding Is Only for My Wife.

At this stage in my life, my wife is the only person who I desire to cuckold me. It is for this reason that I feel cuckolding is a deeply psychological form of sexuality that helps me cope with the fact that I have very little control over my wife's actions.

Cuckolding helps me appreciate the defiant and free-spirited nature of my beloved. It helps me cope with the fact that, although we are a couple, she will always be fiercely her own person.

I really must explore the psychological aspect of cuckolding deeper, but this is a decent start. What do you think is going on in your own exploration of cuckolding?

The CuckwhoFucks Sets No Limits

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 20:53:00 +0000

If you surf for porn, you've likely run across ImageFap before. They are a free place to upload sexually explicit images and movies, all with the intent of allowing others to get off to what they provide. ("Fap" is slang for masturbation.)

I recently ran across a series in the CuckwhoFucks' gallery called "No Limits" that I thought you might enjoy.

It seems as though captioning images to provide a cuckolding context is pretty popular these days. With a few choice words, a relatively average image is transformed into a super-hot cuckold image.

The CuckwhoFucks has done exactly that. His "No Limits" series explores the idea that a HotWife should never have limits imposed upon them.

Here are my two favorites:

"No Limits: When I first sent her off to be with a man she was hot for, I considered establishing limits. Don't do this with him, do only these things with me, etc. But that just seemed like setting up goals for them."
"No Limits: I figured if I tried to demand that they use condoms, I would only be making their forbidden bareback ride all the hotter."

Want to view the whole set?

Jinxypie Explores the Complexities of Cuckoldry

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 17:37:00 +0000

Cuckoldry has transformed in the last decade from its traditional roots that were none to pleasant for all involved to a mostly positive, if not deliciously twisted, form of sexual expression.

Cuckolding trends haven't completed settled down into some truly definitive practice yet, and no one cuckolding blogger understands that better than Jinxypie.

Originally serial monogamous, Jinxy never considered that a man might consent to her desire to play with other men. Then she met her husband, who she not only unabashedly cucks but also loves deeply.

Cuckolding Is Different for Everyone

Jinxypie is a cuckoldress with a wide open mind. She understands that cuckolding tends to be less about strictly defined ways for a woman to treat the significant other in her life, and more about the power play and role reversals that surface in cuckolding relationships.

This very real cuckoldress explores the various aspects of cuckolding in her blog, Just Jinxy, and her weekly YouTube posts, Cuckolding 101. (If you have a thing for Southern accents, you have to watch her videos.)

She's also reticent to prescribe what qualifies as a cuckolding relationship, with one exception:

"[Cuckolding] is a relationship where the woman gets to have intimate relationships with as many people as she chooses, while her partner remains faithful to her."

How that relationship shapes itself is really up to the parties involved.

Cuckolding Isn't Black and White

One of her greatest quotes was one addressing the "interracial" aspect that seems to dominate so much of those engaging the cuckolding lifestyle:

"[C]uckolding isn’t ONLY a white cuck, white Cuckoldress, and a black bull. There are white bulls, Latina Cuckoldresses, I’ve even received email from a black cuck. We come in all shapes, sizes, and colors!"

Jinxypie Is Real

At one point, probably on Twitter, Jinxypie asked her fanbase how they felt about "real" looking cuckoldresses. Not lacking in self-confidence, Jinxypie confessed to not meeting the mainstream Barbie doll look that so many "expect" from their porn.

I don't know whatever happened to that post, but my immediate thought to her query was, "Fuck yeah! I prefer the woman to look real and not all phony." When it comes to cuckolding, I want to see an authentic married/attached couple in the act of cuckolding.

Personally, I think Jinxypie could easily slide into any form of mainstream porn. She's beautiful and unflawed, in my opinion. Of course, I'm known for seeing beauty in everything, so you can take my opinion of her beauty with a grain of salt.

Still, Jinxypie is a real cuckoldress and a real person. She's not putting on any persona, any fronts about who she really is. She originally didn't start her site to profit off of her opinions and sharing of adventures.

" Jinxypie.com [...] started off as a free website but I had so many people asking why I was giving it away for free. After a bit of research and a bit of planning, we launched the membership side of the website. The rest, as they say, is history!"

For all the reasons stated, Jinxypie deserves a five-star Cuckold rating. Visit her today at Jinxypie.com.

The Talk — Rick Take 1

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 23:58:00 +0000

Here's the first installment of "The Talk" series. It's a start, but nowhere near where I want it.

So you're probably thinking it's pretty damn odd of me to call you over to just hang out. Probably wondering what I really want. Well, you're right. I didn't call you over to just hang out. We need to talk.

No, don't worry, it's not that kind of talk. There's nothing bad. This is just something I've wanted to talk with you about for a long time now. I hope you don't get too uncomfortable, but I just got to lay all the cards on the table. If you absolutely can't handle it, just tell me so and I'll stop and you can leave.

Okay, now I'd prefer it if you didn't tell Renee any of what I'm going to say. Of course, honesty's usually king with me. But in this case, a lack of disclosure would actually serve everyone better. It's not as if she's never heard what I'm about to say. In fact, she's heard much of what I'm going to propose and has yet to make most of it reality. I'll tell you more about that in a sec.

There's really one thing I can say that sums up what I'm about to ask you:
"Few things turn me on as much as the sound of my wife getting fucked by another man."

There. I'll just come straight to stating my request for you. I think you'll be mostly willing to approve it, too. You know how you just don't seem to get Renee that much anymore, and not really due to her working out of town so much? Well, you could get her a lot more often and with a lot less convincing if you fucked her here, especially when I'm home.

Seriously. If you just got into the habit of coming over to our place while the boys are at school, you could get her more often. And before you misconstrue my meaning, I'm not talking about making threesomes a regular thing. Although, I'm sure she'd appreciate us learn to effectively DP her on a regular basis, at least once a month. No, that's a different story and we really should consider making that happen for her.

No, I'm talking about you getting to fuck her one-on-one while I'm doing whatever you'd prefer me to be doing. It's your call, really, and when it comes down to it, I'll assume that you will do something sexual with her every time you come over. In fact, I'll feel somewhat let down if it doesn't.

I know you're a kind person, Rick. That's definitely part of the appeal for Renee. But that kindness is also a killer when it comes to you getting her action from her. The fact is Renee would fuck you a hell of a lot more if you ignored her denials. When it comes to Renee, I want you to think of her as you own personal sex toy.

Let's face it, Rick. You really don't know what you have in Renee. Your dick has been in Renee's mouth longer than all other men combined. You have been the only one that she doesn't fight when it comes to eating her out. In fact, she looks forward to you munching down. No other man can say they garner such desire from her. She lets you consistently cum on her face without so much as a peep. And only one other man was ever allowed such ready access to her asshole. You are already one lucky guy, Rick.

Ready to take it up a notch? Here's the scenario. You're getting off work and call Renee up to see what she's doing. She's just hanging out and says she's thinking about coming to hang out at the bar with you. You tell her that you'll come to hang out here instead, that you'll see her in a few. Then you arrive and hang out as you normally do. Then you talk about playing some cribbage. You tell her you'll grab the board and will get it set up in the bedroom. You two enter the bedroom and make sure to walk in behind her so that you can shut the door completely.

Midway through the game, you start to get fresh, then a little fresher until she's trying to push you away because I'm in the next room. You tell her that's exactly why she should be going with it. "Think about how turned on he'll be." A minute later, my already straining ears swear they hear the first deep breath that comes from sexual stimulation. Soon, I'm hearing flesh slapping and Renee's deep cum noises. It doesn't matter how long you take, just that you've taken me up on the offer and that this becomes such a common occurrence that I keep a tube of lube stashed in the kitchen so I can jerk off to the sounds you two make.

Or imagine this...
You're outside in the yard hanging out. I'm in the house working. I can see part of you two outside talking under the tree. You're out there for a bit and I stop watching for a long bit. The next time I look up, both of you are gone. I creep toward the back door, just in case you're coming in or just looking at the garden. I get to the window and still don't see either of you. Slowly, I crack the door open until my turned ear has full clearance. It doesn't take much before I hear the shaking of the dryer in the laundry room and the faint sounds Renee makes when she's trying to be quiet.

Or imagine this...
I know you're getting off work soon. Renee's still in bed. I text you to let you know that you should get her while the getting's good. You come up the hill post-haste, slide in through the back door, signal for me to go into a different room so you can undress (or not, if comfortable stripping in front of me), then climb naked into bed with Renee to start her day off with your dick.

Renee said she's presented this idea to you before but that you are unlikely to do it because you wouldn't think I'd really be down with it. I cannot express enough how much it would excite me if you were over here every day banging her.

There's more I want to ask of you, and it will come, but I'll start with this for now. If you take me up on my offer, that'll be great. I'm serious now, Rick. Come over and get her often. It'll only mean lots more sex for you, but only if you don't take no for an answer.

A New Series: The Talk

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 21:43:00 +0000

I'm back! Hope you missed me, because I'm going to start a series of posts that will provide you with a front row seat to the spectacle that is my mind.

What Is "The Talk"?

"The Talk" is a new series in which I write, rewrite, then likely rewrite a few more times the talk I'd like to have with my wife's long-time lovers. At this time, there are two guys I mainly want to converse with about my occasional cuckolding desires — Rick and PD.

In each post, I will introduce you to the "take" and let it speak for itself. Each post will reveal something about me and why I desire some cuckolding in my life. After I feel like I've got it down, I'll practice it out loud, over and over again. Maybe I'll even return to make further revisions.

The goal of "The Talk" is to help me refine a message that I've so long wished to deliver to my wife's regular lovers.

My Longtime Cuckolding Wish

For a few years now, I've wanted to bring a guy into the cuckolding fold. Alas, I lacked the courage. All sorts of conversations ripped through my head. The talks I've had with these guys in my mind always left me leaking. Yet, I can't seem to speak them out loud.

While fucking my wife, and sometimes just while talking, I often tell her to give herself to her lovers, to cut me off, or at the very least, to tell them that she wants them to fuck her at our place while I work in the next room. Sometimes that doesn't work so well with Rick, which will be explained in a later post.

Most times though, my wife cums mindblowingly hard to spoken scenarios in which she goes full throttle in telling her lovers to cuckold me and agrees to make it happen. She's even made some of what I ask for a reality a time or two. However...

Renee has yet to tell any of her boyfriends the full story, and I doubt she ever will.

Cuckolding Is a Scary Step

Let's face it. Inviting another in to take over as the dominant is intimidating. In essence, I'm asking these men to actively participate in subjugating me to the role of "extra" in my wife's sex life. In actuality, I'm telling these men that I'm comfortable enough and trust them enough to bring them into the fold.

After all for me, cuckolding is ultimately a blend of power play and roleplay with roleplay taking emphasis. Although I want them to treat me bad, to make me "get the fuck out" while they fuck my wife in my bed, I want to retain ultimate authority.

To willingly relinquish my role as my wife's primary sexual partner, I fear that my authority will be irreversibly lost. That's why I need to buck up and show that I deserve to retain that authority.

Aside from my blog readers here, my inner circle currently consists of my wife and me. I want to rectify that.

My ~~Promise~~ Intent

Once a post is polished and I'm practiced, I will invite the fellow over and lay it on them over a brew. Once I've done so, I will begin a new series called "The Walk" in which I share the results and sure to be ever-changing dynamics of the cuckold relationship that is forged as a result of "The Talk."

For all related posts, see The Talk.

What Type of Cuckold Are You?

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 05:23:00 +0000

The author of "Watching My Wife" put together one of the most expansive lists of types of cuckolding I've seen. Ranging from the guy who just enjoys his wife having sex with other men to the cuckold who is thoroughly degraded.

Wife Dates
Being Told (I would revise to "Sharing the Stories")
Watching/Voyeur Cuck
Sissy Humiliation Cuck
Helper Cuckold
Clean up Cuck or Cream Pie Cuck
Bi Cuck
Wife Sharing

Is there a type of cuckold you would add to this list? The only one I would add is the "Traditional Cuck," but those types aren't really part of the fetish. They're victims of bad marriages/couplings.

I encourage you to visit the blog and tell them what type of cuckold you are.

Cuckoldry Is Like a Drug - My Take

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 08:01:00 +0000

In the previous post, JamieLin told us about how cuckoldry is like a drug for him. In this post, I will respond to some of what JamieLin said, as well as share some of my own experiences that make me feel that cuckoldry is like a drug.

JamieLin Is a Traditional Cuckold

After reading the retelling, I would classify JamieLin's past relationship as the purest form of cuckoldry. At least, it's the purest from a historical perspective. Here's how Merriam-Webster's (and most dictionaries) define it:

cuckold (n): a man whose wife is unfaithful

Okay, so maybe JamieLin's story doesn't reflect a complete match for the traditional definition. But it comes close.

When it comes down to it, the woman that JamieLin courted was about as unfaithful as they come and there was no consent from the men she cucked. She kept a stable of boys, stringing them along while pursuing marriage with a person that I can only imagine was the most advantageous to marry. The woman was a cheater, plain and simple, and probably continues to cheat on her now-husband relentlessly. He's probably being cucked on a daily basis without any consent.

Getting Cucked Is a Rush

Finding out that the one you most desire is not faithful to you can cause a whole slough of emotions to arise:

anger
jealousy
confusion
depression
betrayed

I can recall at least a few situations where I suspected that my significant other was stepping out on me. The rush it gave me was truly intense. There was the initial point of feeling betrayed and angry. My temperature rose, I started to sweat and my hands shook. You know that feeling you get after you recover from a potential painful or damaging situation? You know the feeling.

You're behind the wheel of a vehicle. You look down for half a second to change the station. When you look up, there's a car that pulled out in front of you. You slam on the brakes just long enough to avoid hitting the person. Then you go about your business, trying to drive down the road as though everything's good again. Within a minute, the rush of adrenalin wears off and you are left with shaking hands, a wildly beating heart, and a face so flushed you can feel the heat radiating from that vein that suddenly popped out on your forehead.

This isn't too different from what it feels like have someone you love cheat on you.

The Consent-based Cuckolding Rush Is All Anticipation

Unlike JamieLin's arousing but sad tale of being made a cuckold, a huge portion of cuckolding couples do so with expressed consent. The act of a wife having sex with anyone else is so taboo that the very act is in itself like cuckolding.

When the male partner is not permitted or states no intent to reciprocate with some "infidelity" of his own, the couple moves squarely out of the realm of swinging and into the mostly one-sided world of cuckolding.

Whatever aspect gets the male half the most excited - being denied his wife's sex, knowing his wife is having sex with another male, being made to watch his wife with another, etc. - there exists a lot of tension before the act occurs.

Just like a junkie waiting for his fix, the modern cuckold gets all antsy as soon as his female partner is more than an hour late from her errands or work. Then there are the nights she goes out with full intention of getting laid. Or there are the first encounters with a Bull they met online.

I know first hand this rush. In fact, the rush I experienced from anticipation was a huge part of our swinging lifestyle long before I ever discovered the much better fitting concept of cuckoldry.

So many nights I would lie awake, unable to sleep, waiting for 2:30 AM to roll around, hoping that my wife wouldn't walk into the house shortly after. If she did return unfucked, I felt a deep sense of disappointment not unlike that of an addict who was unable to score. If a few times passed and she still had gotten laid, I would go through withdrawal like symptoms.

On those nights that she would not return home, I'd spend the next couple hours masturbating to things I imagined she was doing with other men. Did she finally hook up with a group of black dudes who are passing her around? Is she fucking some little dicked dude who comes fast and frequently, filling her pussy full his cum multiple times throughout the night?

Whatever the case, when my wife goes out, the anticipation of her possibly not coming home or finding a new boyfriend cranks me up in hurry.

Cuckoldry Is Like a Drug

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 17:44:00 +0000

"Are hotwifing and cuckoldry different?"

I asked this question a few weeks back. The question was actually reposted from David Ley's blog. It received some insightful answers. JamieLin provided a particularly interesting take on cuckoldry that I can relate to, equating cuckoldry with a drug. Here's his take:

I experienced [cuckoldry] in a non-marital relationship. In fact, she had at least TWO cucks. I was one. Her fiance the other. Did she have more? Did she have bulls?

Sexual denial ratchets it that much tighter. I was denied. I performed a lot of oral sex and was allowed to masturbate to completion in her presence. I did everything I could to make myself believe he wasn't getting laid either.

Somehow, at the school where we met, she'd cultivated the reputation as a virgin. Trust me, I was a motivated believer!

She told me it was true love. She just needed "time to work it out." It was so "complicated." It all seems believable when you surprise your woman at the train station and her fiance has too, you shake his hand then leave with her.

Of course when you can't reach her because they're going to the wedding planner, or meeting the contractor for their condo, or on a date, the minutes drag by, and you'll surely go mad. So you masturbate once more to temporarily ease the pain.

When I was "winning," it was the most intense four months of my life. I was a living nerve. I've never done smack, but I'm sure it's the same experience. The ecstasy with her, the suffering without. When I realized I was "losing," it was the most horrible withdrawal for six months. Like methadone, I got dribs and drabs, but never my fix. Then they married, and it still hurt for another year or two.

Fifteen years later I'm still looking for that drug, and it's driving me to more and more extreme behavior searching. Meditating on it, I can still induce sort of a flashback, and I'm very calm. There's great comfort in her returning and taking away the terror that she's gone forever.

JamieLin is a sometimes pervy, often kinky, occasionally swishy cross-dressing poof, submissive-wishing cuckold wannabe with non-diagnosed but quite likely mild manic-depression!

Calling All Cuckold Couples & Some Sissy Samples

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:37:00 +0000

David Ley has officially asked for 3-4 cuckold couples, preferably with commercial sites, to star in a cable reality series about the lifestyle. Any takers?

And so I don't keep you wanting more, here's a shot from a Cuckold Me Now set. This HotWife can't help but taunt her sissy cuckold with her lover's much-bigger cock.

What caption would you write for this picture? What would this HotWife be saying to her cuck?

Want to be cuckolded now?

Share Your Lifestyle on Film

noreply@blogger.com (Rogue Erotica) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 03:14:00 +0000

David Ley is the author of an upcoming book called, "Insatiable Wives: Women Who Stray and the Men Who Love Them."

From what I've read on David's blog, the focus of his book is mostly oriented toward the HotWife. However, cuckoldry also plays a strong role in the book.

David recognizes the wide variety of expression that occurs within the world of cuckoldry. He recently posted about the possibility of filming a documentary about the cuckolding/HotWife lifestyle and is asking for volunteers to appear in it.

Interested?