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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Cuckold's Journal by Girl Toy (guitarskeys@yahoo.com) *** This is the journal of a man who has become his wife's cuckold. I described how Patty uses her powers of observation and understanding of human nature to exploit my cuckold tendencies to her pleasure. Over our long marriage she has seen just enough of my fantasies come to life to understand that beneath my male exterior lies the soul of a bi sexual cuckold who wants to be dominated by a strong woman. (MMF, swing, cuck, mc, bi) *** Cuckold Lifestyle Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in Etiene's Journal: Sunday, January 11th, 2004 9:00 pm Waiting for you After a few hours of not being online I've been thinking about my earlier entries. Not much good to anyone it seems. Can't wait for Patty to return to the nest. She knows how to make me happy. I'm a simple man. When the hour is right she simply hands me the massage oil and I know what to do. I head for the microwave and heat the oil for 40 seconds. When I return she has a pipe filled with top quality pot and in a few moments we are both ready, both in a head-space right for sex. She places the pipe and lighter on her bedside, switches the digital cable to new age music and rolls over on her stomach. I lie between her legs, my chin at the top of her ass crack and begin to massage. You know the rest if you've read my earlier entries. I want it so bad right now I can picture the act so clearly in my mind. We must have done the same sex act hundreds of times to varying degrees. You'd think it would have grown old by now, so much else has sooner or later. We've talked about the receptiveness of our sex play and both decided not to fix what isn't broken. Sometimes as I rub her mid back, the place she feels the most pain, my face is buried in her crack and my tongue searching for her pussy I feel so turned on I can hardly control myself. My penis rubs against the sheets as I lick her with my tongue and rub her body with my hands. The last few times we had sex this way I could barely wait for her to have an orgasm so I could put myself inside her and explode. In my minds eye I can see her rolling over onto her back after I soften inside her and withdraw. As she rolls over her hand takes hold of my thick hair and pulls my face down to her ample bush. My goo covers the lips of her vagina and I see the swollen lips as my mouth is directed to her waiting pussy. She spreads the lips of her pussy and I know what she wants me to do. As if I abandoned all control, I am licking my cum from her pussy. Each time I imagine this image it takes me that much closer to the real experience. Many times I know her fantasy is to roll me over so another cock can enter her/ a warm mouth and tongue is the next best thing or the available thing. I know you guys know what I'm talking about. You enjoy sex, your woman cums or she doesn't but you do. You may have lasted an hour or you may have shot within seconds of being inside and you struggle against your body's inclination for sleep and feel compelled by your libido's/imagination's desire for more. You want to please her again and the only way your body will allow you to do it: with your tongue. You imagine it is the juice of another lover, that she has been left less than totally satisfied and wants your tongue to do what another cock could not. Some men want a threesome with two women but the reality is that a woman is far better able to take on two men. It does take some calming to accept another man's touch and as a young man the thought of being with two men and a woman scared me away from at least one hopeful encounter. A woman can easily take two men and the feel of one dick in her vagina and another in her rear is as exciting for the men as it is for the woman. The feel of another man's dick rubbing your own with just a thin membrane separating the two rods as they pump and strain is all the pleasure I need. When the woman demands that the men pleasure each other as she looks on nothing could be more erotic especially if the men consider themselves straight. Sometimes I wish patty would bring home some of thee men that I know want to fuck her. She has one of those personalities that invite a sexual response from men. Women also find her strong mindedness attractive and I know at least two of her female friends would like to have sex with her and it is only the small suburban community dynamics that stop it from happening. Patty isn't the young hot chick she once was and despite being 40 lbs. over weight she still possesses a sexuality that few women have. My only hope is that when she brings home another man for fun and frolic she brings home a man that will let me suck him. Do you know what a fluffer is in the horse breeding process. I'd happily be the fluffer getting the male and female sex organs ready for the act. I enjoy the thought of sucking her lover's cock after she is done with it as well as cleaning his residue from her. Just my way of joining in the fun. Well that's it for tonight. Time to roll it back, calm down and sleep. Tomorrow is a work-day and blogging isn't' an excuse for showing up late. I'd love to hear your response to my entries. What a great opportunity to get out what would otherwise stay bottled up deep inside. Saturday, January 10th, 2004 2:56 pm Sucking pussy Patty has been on the road for the better part of the week and all I can do on this lovely Sunday is think about sucking her pussy. I've masturbated so many times over the last five days I can't even think about touching myself until later tonight. I day dream about her lowering herself onto my face as I discover her pussy is filled to capacity with the sex of another man, or two and she wants me to clean her up. The most fascinating story I've read recently is from a man who discovered his wife in a closet while at a formal party. She had been fucked by at least one guy and wasn't wearing panties. When her husband walked in and was outraged she calmed him down with two questions. Did he want her to walk back into the main room with cum dripping down her leg and embarrass him in front of his co-workers, did he want her to use something in the closet to clean herself which she refused because everything was so nice or would he eat her out and suck up what was there from the last guy so they could join the party. She wanted another orgasm knowing that her husband was helpless to complain about what happened and began to suck. What a good man. Wish it were me. 12:44 pm The Process of sexual self exploration Greetings and welcome to my first entry in what I hope will be many. Self exploration is the reason for beginning this project. After being obsessed with sex since my first crib memories, I've come to realize through sexual experience over the last few years that the sexual acts that provide the most pleasure are those that reflect my earliest sexual fantasies, fantasies I can trace back to early childhood. As a child I often engaged in twilight dreaming, the dreams we self direct in the twilight between being awake and being asleep. In those early dream I was a powerless sexual object and the women who inhabited my universe were strong and domineering. Pre-puberty I dreamed on being held, somewhat against my will, and used in vague sexual ways. I say vague because I was pre-puberty. Strange? Well it was fun just imagining. Before going into the story, I'd like to establish who I am gender/sexually. I am a man. I live the life of a straight male. Three of the most erotic sexually charged events of my life have all been with men. My first with a very gay light skinned black man who picked me up late at night as I was hitch hiking home from my girl friend's house. I was 16. We drove to a dark street and he asked if I'd ever had a blow job. My girl friend at the time wouldn't allow me to more than grind away-our cloths mostly on. I'd usually leave her house late at night in a sexual lather. My response was no. Without further delay he unzipped my fly and gave me a perfect blow job. No woman ever did nearly as well. The second was with a man I met after parking my car on the street outside my apartment. We chatted and he invited me back to his apartment just around the corner. We chatted for a while and then he undressed me like a man undresses a girl. Taking my hand he led me to his bed and alternately held me in his hand, mouth and then he fucked me. It was wonderful having inside me. It was the pinnacle of gay life before HIV. After we both covered ourselves and recovered our energy,. I was shaking I was so aroused, we had tea. My third encounter was with a dear friend. We had been married for just a few years and we were both doing more cocaine than was good for us. For me it had the effect of bringing to the surface otherwise repressed sexual urges and desires. I wanted to watch my wife have sex with another man. Plato's retreat was happening and I couldn't encourage her to attend those wild parties. Finally one night I must have begged and pleaded enough that she allowed me to entertain the fantasy out loud. I suggested we invite a friend, Charlie. He had the hots for Patty before I met her while he was still married to Patty's close friend. I called Charles to invite him for the time of his life. When he arrived Patty was surprisingly calm and open even though she was only okay with Charlie being in our house. Well, the three of us got plenty high on coke, pot and brandy and took our clothes off. Early on I had an anxiety attack. All of a sudden I became fearful of losing my wife. I freaked out thinking the act of Charlie having sex with Patty would signal the end of our marriage. We stopped and talked and both Patty and Charlie confessed to not being comfortable with what was going on. It was about 2:00 am and we talked until the sun came up. At 5:30 Patty had to leave and meet her friends who were going skiing for the next two days. Charlie and I remained in bed, still naked, and watched as Patty dressed, packed and then left the house and drove away. We talked and I placed my hand on Charlie's erect penis. That was all the invitation he need. He slipped under the cover and gave me a great blow job. After he was done he jerked himself off and his cum covered my chest. It was so intensely erotic that I had fantasies about it for years. When Patty returned from her trip we didn't talk about the attempted threesome for an hour or two and then I told her what happened. To her credit Patty said she wasn't surprised. She said she always thought Charlie and I would be more interested in each other than with her. She thought I said wanted a threesome but really wanted to have gay sex with her consent so I wouldn't have to sneak and hide. I though then and I think now, she was absolutely right. Reluctantly, Patty would finger me from time to time but her lack of enthusiasm didn't help. I wanted her to strap on a two-way dildo and fuck me but that was never going to happen. After a few years even the reluctant finger fucking stopped. After 14 years of mostly straight monogamous sex the sexual acts my wife and I engaged on a regular basis changed. I was tired from working longer hours under tremendous stress. I was in my early 40's and just not aroused enough to stay hard despite sharing a joint with Patty before we'd start. Though she was still shy about oral sex more and more she allowed me to explore her vagina and the wonders of hr clitoris. When my tongue would probe lower and touch upon her back door she would pull away. I never understood her reluctance. I loved to masturbate and finger fuck myself. It had to feel good having yourself played with fore and aft. Ultimately, she would tire of my attempts at exploration of the forbidden and insist we do it missionary style. As the years went by Patty's barriers broke down little by little. Our married sex ritual consisted of me giving her a massage with scented oil and then I'd give her oral sex and we'd conclude with my getting on top. More than once she admitted she let me rim her because she knew it made me hot. More and more frequently she would let me lick her ass as I rubbed her body sometimes as long as 90 minutes while I licked and fingered her pussy and ass. The ritual was refined over time. Slight movements of her buttocks and barely audible moans and sighs would direct me where she wanted attention. I'd prop her hips up on a pillow as she lay face down and lying between her legs I'd rub her back. Thighs, neck. Rubbing her neck I'd bury my face in the crack between the round orbs of her buttocks. Patty always smelled sweet and fresh though she knew I didn't mind if she didn't shower. When she wanted me to bury my tongue in her ass, her buttocks would rise and I'd hear a moan if my tongue went to the right place. Patty taught me how to serve. I could spend the better part of an hour licking her ass, penetrating with my tongue, probing her pussy with one finger inside and one on her swollen clit. Patty often jokes that the submissive role I play in our sexual relations is an accurate portrayal of who I really am. I know she is right though we hardly ever discuss it. Patty says she doesn't like talking about sex or what we do. She doesn't like vocalizing her thoughts on the subject and she doesn't like hearing mine. She likes to pretend we/re a 1950's couple who only have missionary style sex. Patty also jokes that she thinks that if we ever divorced I'd be just as likely to have a gay relationship as a straight one. I know she is right. I love eating pussy and being submissive to a woman but the thought of having a penis between my lips sounds ever so wonderful. Patty has never had a problem with vaginal moisture. She gets wet instantly. He extreme wetness and the size of her vagina after three kids and never exercising helps with another fantasy. Back to the old fantasy of watching her have sex with Charlie, I imagine she has been freshly fucked and is having me eat out her lover's cream. A cream pie is what it is called on some story sights. The next step in our submissive sexual relationship is for me to eat her out after I come inside. She knows I want to do this and the last time we had sex she seemed like she was willing to let me but I just didn't get there. I was kissing her stomach working my way to my goo that dripping outside her vaginal lips when the phone rang. We didn't answer but it was enough of a break the spell that kept us in a post climax haze. I think she also knows I'd like her to use a dildo on me but let's save that for my second installment. Wow, it was therapeutic just writing about these events. I can't share them with anyone I know because I live in a small suburban community and I don't want to step out of the closet and ruin everything we've built for so long. Family is important to both of us. I think Patty has been more sexually open so that we maintain a high level of erotic spark. I don't even think about other women or men the way I used to because, frankly, I can't imagine having more satisfying sex that I share with Patty. When her ass rises to my face as I give her a deep tissue massage there is nothing more erotic except when she loosens her buttocks so my tongue can slip into her asshole. The games we play are so subtle sex is magical, a ballet of well choreographed behavior. Patty knows me even though she doesn't talk about anything sexual. She as much as agreed one day in a conversation that if I had sex with another man, a fuck buddy, that wouldn't count, in her mind, as having an affair, unless of course I feel in love which she would never permit. One day over Christmas my mother was visiting and talking with Patty. Patty said I was sensitive like a girl, more so than myself. My mother agreed that I wasn't as tough as other men. Patty mentioned that at parties when the men and women split up I would usually prefer to hang with the women. My mother said that was true even when I was a child. My mother didn't know that after the women she had to the house would use the toilet, I'd go in and sit on the warm seat imagining their sex might touch me. I was probably 4-7 years old when I did that. Every once in awhile I have this flash image that Patty is chatting with a single friend who is complaining about not being able to find a man. I imagine that when I walk into the room Patty says, Etiene can help you feel better about being alone. She invites her friend to lift her skirt and directs me to suck the guest's pussy while they continue their conversation. Just as often I imagine she has me suck the cock of a male visitor. In my minds eye I can see Patty chatting away as my mouth fills with the sexual fluids of a male guest. I hadn't even thought of a fuck buddy for years until one day my IM friend, Melinda, told me about the fun she had at a swinger sex party. She sent me pictures of herself being fucked by three guys at once in a room that looked as though there were ten other people present. Two other guys were rubbing their penises on her. She described the experience as heaven and invited me to join. The whole rest of the day I searched the internet for party sites I could join. I joined a few but never went further. Please let me know your thoughts about all of this. I'd appreciate some feedback. It's been lonely all these years *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 27