Working Late

"Remember how I said he might want me to work late tonight? Well he said he didn't want me to this morning, but something something big popped up and he changed his mind this afternoon."

My wife's outfit left little doubt about what she was looking for tonight.

Evan...you remember Evan?

Do you? Well...

Guess who is in town tonight?

Guess who is going out to dinner with him tonight?

Guess who (despite the heat) is wearing a sexy bra and panty set and thigh high stockings under her dress?

Guess who was checked to make double sure her chastity cage was extra tight?

Guess who told me as she walked out the door, "don't bother waiting up, sweetie, I won't be home early."

Bride

He can't find his bride anywhere...a couple of the groomsman are missing, too (her friends, she insisted), so she must be safe, he thinks, knowing how close they all are. Those two would always take care of her, she was always telling him.

And they are.

Taking care of her.

The way they always have (and always will).

Source | wedding day sex

Well?

"How do I look," Emily asked me, modeling the dress she was going to wear to out with her friends last night.

"Like you're going out to get hit on by men," I answered, the first thought that popped into my head.

"Yea," she smiled.

My clit tightened in the cage, not that it mattered, but I hadn't realized it was that kind of going out.

"Wait up for me," she said when she kissed me goodbye, "I've got plans for you later."


I raised my eyebrows and she knew exactly what I was thinking.


"No, sweetie," she looked down at my midsection, "not those kind of plans. I meant I have plans for this," she touched my mouth, "not that," she said, looking down again. 

Mutual Benefits

What he does for her when she gets home from a date:

All the reward he wants:

Answer: Yes

Question: If my wife wears something like this to work, does she have a crush on a guy she works with?

Weddings

Emily, being of that age, has been a bridesmaid in a number of weddings in the time we've been together. I love it, because I can take an innocent thing like that and find a night full of fantasy in it. I mean, essentially, a bridesmaid has two dates for an evening, the date she came with (me) and the groomsman she is paired with. If anything, she is more his date than mine, especially if there is a head table. Especially if her paired groomsman is unattached.

After all, for the weekend, she will typically:

• Spend a rehearsal with him (at the church), and, since they are getting to know one another, do her typical flirting, talking, etc.
• Continue the same at the rehearsal dinner.
• Leave for the wedding with him and the rest of the bridal party in a limo with some wine, becoming, for the next several hours, his date.
• Spend the wedding proper with him (walking down the aisle, etc.
• Leave the wedding with him, again in a limo, again with some wine.
• Do the whole picture thing.
• Be introduced as his date, escort, etc. when the bridal party gets to the reception.
• Eat dinner with him.
• Do the first several dances with him.

Yes, when she's in a wedding (she's in one in June), she has two dates, me and a groomsman. Though, it seems, maybe that's overstating, maybe she has one date, him, not me. Something she plays up to me every single time, knowing I'm there, watching, fantasizing, and loving every minute of.

So, saw this picture and thought, "Honey, you'd better go get some towels, he made quite a mess. Unless you'd rather lick it clean yourself."

Mmm delicious.

From Cuckold Marriage:

Chaining a hotwife’s nipples in front of her husband is such exquisite expression of D/s roles that it’s a must-have experience when I train a new couple.

If Emily and I underwent training, I'd hope my nipples were clamped, too!

Kissing

"Am I allowed to kiss boys tonight?"

Emily's friend was in the garage this morning, putting something in Emily's car—they were driving together to the bachelorette party in another city several hours away, when Emily, who was in the hallway with me, asked me that question.

"What," I asked instantly breathless, looking over Emily's shoulder, sure her friend would walk back into the house any second.

"Am I allowed to kiss boys tonight," she asked again with an innocent grin, one layered with subtle teasing, with sexual innuendo. 

"Emily!" 

"You know I'll have boys hitting on me, sweetie," she twirled her hair, "you know how boys are when they see a bunch of girls out all dressed up partying.

I swallowed, thought of the suitcase she packed, the dressing hanging carefully inside:

Oh, she'd have the chance, all right, over and over and over.

"Em," I swallowed, "I...I don't know, I..."

"What if I promise to tell you about it...will that make things...tight..." She looked down at my waist, at the jeans I was wearing over lingerie, looking, giggling, knowing that whatever she was doing, her sissy would be a good girl, that the chastity cage would guarantee that.

"I...I...maybe if...if you told me..."

"What about girls? What should I do if I decided to kiss girls, instead. Should I text you pictures of that?"

Her friend walked in the door at that moment, before I could answer. "Ready," she asked.

"Yep," Emily said, looking over her shoulder at me, shaking her head at the unanswered question. "Hey, do I need a jacked for tomorrow," she asked her friend, "all I have is a light sweater."

"I don't think so," her friend say.

"It might rain, that might be a good idea," I said helpfully, hoping she'd listen to me, come back into the house, get a jacket. She did, walked down the hall, towards the bedroom, I followed, unable to stop, having to say it, having to finish the conversation, grateful we were out of the hall.

"You...you can kiss boys," I swallowed hard, unable to believe the words were coming out of my mouth.

She laughed, looked at me over her shoulder, "such a good girl," she said, then looked down again, at my waist. "Think about me tonight...if it doesn't hurt too much."

And I am thinking about her, thinking about the dress, about her going out, about the guys that are sure to be there, hitting on her, flirting with her, and maybe, maybe, kissing her.

Birth Control

From Cuckold Marriage:

Not the most effective birth control method, but at least well-intentioned.

Preparations

Sure, this would terrify most husbands, but what better way for a wife to ensure her cuckold husband doesn't feel left out?

Eye Candy

Man: There is NO way you're going to work dressed like that.

Sissy: Will...will you be home late?

Tee Shirt

Source | Cuckold Marriage

Blindfolded

So she'll never know who you found to fuck her. It could be any man, any man she sees at work or on the street. It could be a neighbor, a friend, a co-worker. Anyone. It's almost like every man she sees was the man who fucked her, the man who cuckolded you.

Every single one.

Feel...

...the taste of his cock on your wife's mouth.

...the excitement pulsating through her body.

...the need she has for him.

...the desires a woman has for an alpha man.

Source | The Ties That Bind

Yea, me, too.

Kinky Adventures of Nikkij: Love This Role

Juan Puyal

A reader sent me these two drawings from the talented Juan Puyal. A link to his website is below. I think these really capture, in a drawing, the eroticism of cuckolding fantasies.

Welcome to puyal.eu

Anniversary Gift

Cuckold Marriage:

Her gift to you this anniversary isn’t wearing this diaphanous bit of decoration, but rather letting you be present while her boyfriend takes her in it.

The look

Regarding her husband, dressed in a frilly black satin French Maid's uniform, safely locked in a chastity cage, silently serving on her and her date, she has but one regret...she should have done this years ago.