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This is based on an approximate date of August 15, 2008 at 8PM as the last time I fucked my wife.




Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Found A Sex Questionnaire My Wife Filled Out

Quite some time ago, I gave my wife a questionnair regarding sexual experience.  At first, she didn't seem interested in filling it out but I told her to go ahead and have fun with it because she didn't have to show it to me.  A little while later, I noticed she was sitting across the living room filling it out.  Fast forward to yesterday.  I was moving some papers on her desk looking for something when I found that questionnaire.  One of the questions was who fucked her with the biggest cock.  She had written down a name I had never heard before (I usually know all her lover's names) and out beside it she had written 10 inches with three exclamation points behind it.  WOW!  I've seen her take nine inches once and 8 inches several times but I really would have like to seen that.  Oh, by the way, guess who was the answer to the question to who had the smallest she had sex with.  Yep, your truly her wimp sissy cuckold husband.  I have to say I'm quite proud, out of the over 300 cocks that have fucked her, to be the smallest. 

One thing I did find interesting.  The only question she didn't answer, "Have you ever been pregnant by anyone other than your spouse?"  Hmmmm.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Ask A Silly Question

The other day I asked my wife why it was I never knew when she had an orgasm?

She said that wasn't a problem.  Next time she had one, when she got out of his bed, she would call and tell me about it.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Oh This Would Be Cruel

I noticed a sex toy online called an Adonis.  Basically it's a gel sleeve with a lot of exterior nubs and designed to fit over a man's erect penis with a two inch gel extender tip.  Now to use this, obviously a man would need an erection for the sleeve to fit over which of course leaves me out.  But I got to thinking.  Some couples keep the cuckold husband in chastity because he can get an erection and might get designs on his wife who only has sex with her boyfriend(s).  But what if the wife were to allow the cuckold to wear this sleeve and have sex with her?  Only before the sleeve was rolled on to her husband, it was filled with lidocaine ointment.  I have some of this and believe me, it will deaden the skin of the penis.  Can you imagine the frustration of the cuckold having an erection, sliding in and out of his wife, but unable to feel anything while the wife is having a blast riding the Adonis.  He should be able to maintain the erection for as long as the wife wants but still be totally numb and unable to cum.  Wouldn't that be marvelous.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Gender Bias In Medical Treatment

I have a condition that puts me at a risk of cancer in one testicle ten times greater than normal and, while not quite as high a chance, still a much greater risk in the other testicle.  Now here's the question.  Angelina Jolie can have her breasts and ovaries removed because of a risk of cancer.  Then people talk about how brave she is.  At the same time, I can't have my testicles removed unless I have a tumor, I can't be voluntarily castrated even though I, too, have a high risk of cancer.
WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

Sunday, January 11, 2015

How I Knew I Would Make A Good Cuckold - Part 2

When I wrote the first part, I hadn't even thought of this incident until my wife happened to mention it the other day.  One of my wife's coworkers, Shirley, not only worked with my wife but also lived about a mile away from us on the other side of our subdivision.  Shirley had been asking my wife to go with her for a girls night out doing a little drinking and dancing.  I finally stepped in and got her to go with Shirley so she could get a little time away from being mom to, at that time, a 18 month old.  They went to a nice hotel near the Interstate that had a live band and a dance floor.  She got home about midnight and I could tell she really enjoyed herself.  I also knew that she hadn't had more than one drink as she was the driver.  Since she seemed very relaxed I encouraged her to make it a regular thing if Shirley wanted to do so.  That began their Friday girls night out and it was routine that they would leave about 6:30, have dinner, get to the hotel about 8 and dance until about 11:30 before they left.  My wife would drop Shirley off and get home right at midnight.  I might mention here that Shirley had caught her husband cheating on her and one of Shirley's motives was to work up enough nerve for a revenge fuck.  Anyway, they started staying a little later but were still getting home by 1AM.  One Friday night, I had some trouble getting our(?) son to sleep and therefore was about an hour and a half late getting started on some work I brought home.  I finally had done all of my project I was going to do that night and was startled to realize it was 2:30 and I hadn't heard from my wife.  I started to worry and then thought about the possibility Shirley had finally got up the nerve for her revenge fuck and my wife was waiting for her.  About 3:15 my wife came in the door and was surprised I was still awake.  This is the story she told me.

They met a guy that evening and the two of them spent the evening dancing with him although she said he seemed more attracted to Shirley.  When it got to their usual time to leave, he invited them to his apartment just a couple of blocks away so they followed him home. They ended up sitting in his living room with a drink talking and occasionally he would kiss Shirley and was trying to get her into the bedroom but she was resisting.  He was talking to Shirley and he said to her he bet if he asked my wife she would go into the bedroom with him, turning to my wife saying, "Wouldn't you."  To which my wife replied, "Sure." ( Let me interject here I had told my wife sometime earlier that if something happened, I wouldn't be angry but don't hide it from me.  This was due to a couple who were having difficulties for that exact thing.)  Back to my wife's answer of sure.  He looked at Shirley, she shook her head no and he took my wife by the hand and led her to the bedroom.  According to her, it didn't take long before they were kissing, his cock in her hand, her bra over her tits with a nipple in one of his hands and the other under her skirt fingering her.  My wife had just sat down on the bed to suck his cock when Shirley knocked on the door and asked if she could change her mind.  The guy looked at my wife and she nodded yes.  She mentioned to me they had been going out for Shirley to find a guy and that the guy really was more interested in Shirley that my wife.  So my wife went back out into the living room and Shirley got her revenge fuck.  As she's telling me this, my wife is leading me back to the bedroom.  I was rock hard from listening to her story and found myself disappointed she didn't get fucked by him.  In the bedroom, I knew I was going to go off in under a minute so I ended up eating my wife's pussy and fingerfucking her to a couple of orgasms.  And I was right.  I don't know for sure but I think it might have been the fourth or fifth stroke into her when I started cumming.  I would be willing to bet I didn't even last thirty seconds that time.

While my wife is telling me the end of this, we were in the bedroom and she was undressing.  I looked at her as she took her skirt off and asked her, "Where are your panties?"  She looked down, laughed and said, "On the floor of his bedroom at the end of the bed." 

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Well What Do You Know

An online acquaintance wrote to me the other day.  Over the months, we have talked about a lot of things such as her breakup with her boyfriend, her occasional desire for another woman and my love of men and of being a cuckold.  She can understand my desire for men since shes' bi but the cuckolding she doesn't understand.  I've tried hard to explain how much I enjoy the humiliation of my wife sleeping with man after man because they can please her and I can't.  We pretty much tell each other everything and from our conversations, she's learned a lot about me.  So this is something she pointed out in her email:

1. I list myself as bisexual.
2. I have not had sex with a woman in over 6 years.
3. I don't have any desire to have sex with a woman.
4. I like fluffing men so they can fuck my wife.
5. I enjoy giving blowjobs and I like cum.
6. I really enjoy being ass fucked.  It's my favorite form of sex.
7. My favorite porn is pics of men fucking or being sucked by cd/tv/ts/sissies along with yaoi and shotcon.

Her point was as she wrote, "You don't have or want sex with a woman but you do want and have sex with men.  I hate to burst your bubble honey but you are not bisexual, you are the very definition of homosexual."

Well what do you know, I'm gay.  I am a homosexual  I AM GAY! OK, sure I've called myself a faggot because I've always said I lean to the rainbow side of bisexual.  Now it looks like I've crossed the Rainbow Bridge and my idea of Valhalla is a man with a massive cock buried in my ass pumping a load of hot cum deep in me.  So yes, it appears I'm homosexual.  Call it whatever you want. Queer, homo, knob gobbler, peter puffer, pole smoker, poof, pouf, fruit, fairy, pansy, butt boi, light in my loafers, or pillow biter.  I think I knew it when I sucked D's cock when I was barely a teen.   I think I knew it when I woke up with crusted cum in my panties and realized Al had fucked my virgin ass the night before and I wanted more.  I think I've known it every time I've sucked a cock or felt a man coming in my ass.   Now I will know it next time a man is pumping his cum in me.  And you know what?  I'm OK with that.



Friday, October 31, 2014

I Reacted Badly - An Apology

I was going to title this I Overreacted but I don't think I did.  What I did was react badly to a blog post by someone else put here on Blogger sometime back.  My reaction was caused by a combination of things (including one too many Grey Goose screwdrivers).  I've waited a while to write this because I was embarrassed by my reaction so this is my explanation and my apology.

To start with, there is a person with a blog here who is a submissive sissy, mostly work from home housewife to her dominant working wife.  The wife, in agreement with her sissy, has a boyfriend and they have a scheduled weekly get together at the wife/sissy's home while the sissy is there.  Now let me say here, I understand the submissive lifestyle because I have some submissive tendencies although they are not a part of my daily life. I've been the housewife while I was on vacation/other times meeting her at the door with a glass of wine and cooking elaborate meals.  I also understand the cuckold lifestyle...I mean I really understand the cuckold lifestyle since my wife estimates she has been with over 300 men since we've been married!  So I do understand the wife bringing the boyfriend home so the sissy knows for sure what's going on.  The way they had worked it up until the post I read was the sissy would sit in a room at one end of the house where she could hear the wife and boyfriend come in at a certain time.  The happy couple would then adjourn to a bedroom at the other end of of the house and out of earshot of the sissy for some quality sex.  Thus the entire time wife and boyfriend are having sex in the bedroom, sissy is sitting at the far end of the house unable to hear what's going on.  In the grand scheme of Domme/sub and/or cuckolding relationships it's really pretty bland.

Now to the specific event and my reaction.  According to the sissy she was sitting in the room where she's supposed to be while waiting for the wife and boyfriend to arrive.  As time went on, she began to get a little concerned when it was 30 minutes past the time they were due.  She actually waited another hour though before calling her wife at which time, she got one of those automated smart phone "I'm busy blah blah blah" replies.  Finally, after three hours the wife called home and was quite curt with her sissy just saying the boyfriend had to cancel so she decided to get some work done.  Then when the wife got home she treated her sissy badly and was quite sarcastic when the sissy said she was worried about the wife.    At that point, I put a comment on her post calling the wife names and saying something to the effect she didn't really care about the sissy, she was just using her as someone to clean house and cook meals.  In other words she had a boyfriend on the side.  A husband who brought in an income working from home.  A husband she didn't have to worry about even giving mercy sex.  And finally a free maid who cleaned and cooked.  I think I also expressed something along the line of, as soon as the boyfriend cancelled, she should have called and let her sissy know about the cancellation instead of letting her sit there for three hours.  Why did I react that way though.  First of all, I really feel and I've heard from others a Domme has a duty to take care of the submissive both physically and emotionally.  Letting her sissy sit there for three hours wondering and worrying if the wife's car is sitting in a ditch somewhere and she's hurt is not taking care of her sissy wife's emotions.  And, despite the D/s relationship, they are still married and she owes it to her husband, sissy cuckold or not, to have the common courtesy to let her know they won't be there.  Why do I feel like that and why did I react badly to her not calling home?  It's because I've sat and waited for someone to get home along with being unable to reach her by phone.  Then to have someone call and say I'm needed at the emergency room at X hospital.  Fortunately it wasn't very serious, just a few cuts and bruises along with a concussion.  It seems she had the green and someone ran the red light hitting her.  This was a few years ago but it does still heavily color my thinking about a situation such as the one I've detailed between the two of them. 

So there you have it.  A perfect storm.  A bad experience in the past waiting on someone with no answer when I called her only to find out she was in a wreck.   Add in some personal feelings along with having one too many drinks (a very rare occasion) and reading that blog post on that particular evening.  It just combined to make me go nuclear in my response.  And for that, D and t, I humbly apologize.  It's your relationship and if all of what goes/went on was OK with the two of you, they I have no business commenting.