Forced Fem

Lately I’ve been strangely fascinated with femboys.  I chat with a few online periodically and when I say chat I really mean one-handed-typing.  I’ve always been a fan of blurring gender lines – androgynous men have always drawn my attention and not necessarily in a sexual nature (at least I think).  More like an escape from the typical white anglo conservative manly man role I was raised into…or so they tried.

Does this mean I’m going to embrace my feminine side and start secretly wearing pretty panties, stockings and garters?  Probably not.  Crossdressing has never appealed to me.  Although, if I were in a BDSM scene being dominated by a woman and forced into doing that…that might could be interesting.

For me, presentation means a great deal…and that could be said of nearly anything in life.  Food, music, theater, art, business, etc. I am a big fan of lingerie and stockings/garter are a huge..huge fetish for me.  I found a tumblr blog full of photos of men masturbating on women’s stocking clad legs/feet and almost blew a blood vessel.  Unfortunately, this has never been a thing for my wife.  She barely had the patience for it in our younger days….and now it is not even a word in our vocabulary.  For me it’s the anticipation and the commitment of thought.  It’s the presentation. The wrapping paper. It provides mystery.  It induces desire.  It’s the idea that someone went through all the effort just to turn me into a quivering puddle on the floor at the sight of a garter tracing a bare thigh to where the lace and skin meets.  It’s play time.  It implies that were not going to just have a quickie before your mom calls or while the kids are out.  No…we’re going to be in it for the long haul.

So then there’s this:

and now I require some alone time.

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Insatiable Wives: Women Who Stray and the Men Who Love Them.

“There hasn’t been a lot of research into the cuckolding phenomenon,” said David J. Ley, PhD, a clinical psychologist and the author of Insatiable Wives: Women Who Stray and the Men Who Love Them. “Historically, men whose wives cuckolded them were publicly humiliated, and their wives were often severely punished. It is only in the past decade or so that this fantasy has catapulted itself into the public consciousness, largely due to an intersection of female sexual liberation and the ability of the Internet to allow men with these fantasies to find each other and learn they are not alone.”

Because of this history—cuckolded men publicly shamed, cuckolding wives brutally punished—there hasn’t been much nonjudgmental, non-sex-panicky research into men with your desires, CUCK. Ley’s book represents the first comprehensive effort to explore your particular kink.

“CUCK’s wife is right,” said Ley, “in that many men do get an ego boost out of sharing their ‘hot wife.’ But there are many other motivations as well. Some men are into the idea of cuckolding and humiliation, in a masochistic way. Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, who masochism was named after, explored this fantasy specifically for the humiliation of it.”

Men who enjoy the humiliation of their wives sleeping with other men tend to identify with the term “cuckold,” while men who are into the hot, exciting sex aspect—men like you—tend to identity as “hotwifers.”

“There are lots of men who explore this fantasy just because they think it’s very sexy to imagine or see their wife having hot sex with someone else and being fully satisfied,” said Ley. “One very interesting biological theory for this is related to the concept of sperm competition. Essentially, the theory goes that men get physically aroused when they know that their sperm might have to compete with those of another man, in order to possibly (even theoretically) impregnate a woman. In such circumstances, the men thrust harder and deeper during sex, they ejaculate harder, and their ejaculate contains more sperm.”

As for your wife’s restrictions—you can’t be there, she’ll share some details but not all—Ley thinks your wife is testing you. “She’s setting boundaries,” said Ley. “She wants to see how serious CUCK is, how he’s going to react. And she’s also establishing some level of independence. It’s her body and her sexuality, too, after all.” Ley thinks you guys are coming at this from a good place. Your marriage is on the upswing, you’re talking about your desires openly and honestly, and you’re willing to compromise. “I’ve worked with couples who have made this fantasy and lifestyle work,” said Ley. “And the key component is communication, grounded by mutual trust and respect. If you pursue this, do it with honest communication on both your parts.”

The Cuckolding Fetish: When Your Wife’s Cheating Turns You On

Some husbands like to watch their wives cheat. Welcome to ‘cuckolding,’ a taboo fetish that is far more common than you might think.
Imagine hearing your wife whisper in your ear, telling you all the naughty things she did with a coworker in the backseat of your car. Instead of getting jealous, it turns you on. Maybe you enjoy the idea of how desirable your wife is. Or maybe you want to watch while she cheats on you, taunting you, forcing you to get involved in humiliating ways. Welcome to “cuckolding,” a taboo fetish that is far more common than you might think.By definition, of course, a cuckold is the “husband of an adulteress.” The phenomenon itself is nothing new (see the works of Shakespeare or Chaucer). It might even be considered universal, since dozens of languages have a term that refers to it. Today’s cuckolding fetish, however, takes the deception and betrayal out of cheating—both partners are in on the secret.

While the average person may think the idea of sharing a spouse is horrific, the NASCA (North American Swing Club Association) estimates that at least 15 percent of married couples have opted for the swinger lifestyle. While swinging isn’t exactly cuckolding, the idea of willfully sharing a partner remains. According to Dr. Paul Abramson, a professor of psychology at UCLA and lead singer of Crying 4 Kafka, “Traditional American heterosexual relationships are built on monogamy. Cuckolding would thus be relationship suicide. But for relationships that have different boundaries, the impact might be trivial.” He says that if 50 percent of all marriages end in divorce, cuckolding can’t be the only thing to blame.

According to the General Social Survey conducted by the National Opinion Research Center, 19 percent of men and 14 percent of women admitted (key word: admitted) to having an extra-marital affair. Those statistics make sense considering the popularity of cheating websites like AshleyMadison.com that tout over 8 million members (that’s roughly about 2.5 percent of the U.S. population). Technology, of course, makes it easier to have a discreet affair.

Take Tinder, the newest hook-up craze. Download the app, find people within a certain radius, and swipe left or right based on whether you think the person is attractive. While the exact amount of booty calls generated by Tinder is impossible to pin down, Tinder founder and CEO Sean Rad told TechCrunch that the app witnesses 3.5 million matches along with 350 million swipes a day. And how many of those people are already in a relationship? Infidelity isn’t always the death of a relationship. For some, it seems to be a spark.

Infidelity isn’t always the death of a relationship. For some, it seems to be a spark.

Some believe that cuckolding is really just exposed infidelity. In some ways, it spices up a sex life without the added guilt of cheating. While this fetish isn’t for the insecure, it’s certainly not for monogamists. (It’s definitely not for me.)

Isadora Almen, a licensed psychotherapist and board certified sexologist, says that the cuckold phenomenon cannot be explained any more than someone’s desire for bosomy blondes or being spanked. It’s an individual kink, one that she’s been answering questions about since the ‘80s. Almen says a man wouldn’t feel like he was a victim. Instead, he might think of himself as “particularly generous in seeing to his woman’s pleasure.” She adds a warning: “I wouldn’t recommend it as a sex therapist for spicing up one’s love life. It could lead to jealousy and resentment. It’s pretty out there for most people and in many cases it’s the woman who is resentful and not the man whose kink it is.”

It’s not always about acting out a fantasy, sometimes it’s enough to just watch.Mean Cuckold is the highest selling DVD producer and director Glenn King has ever released. King says people are bored with regular sex. “Cuckolding is a way to humiliate a slave or explore sexuality,” he says. “Infidelity is just performing the physical act of cheating on your spouse. You could say though, that infidelity is one way to cuckold a submissive.”

The act of cuckolding can often be filed under the female domination tab, as is evident in King’s series. There are three types of cuckolded men: the submissive, forced bisexual, and the voyeurs. “Submissives are into humiliation,” King says. “They fantasize about being degraded and humiliated by a beautiful woman. Second, you have guys who want to be pushed into exploring their darkest fantasies: forced bisexuality. They want to be pushed by their mistress into doing things they would never do, like worshipping another man. Then lastly, we have voyeurs, who just enjoy watching their lover get pleasured by another man. And to take it a step further, for those older males who grew up in the South, watching your woman have sex with a black man is absolutely shocking.”

If cuckolding is just another kink, like BDSM, why do so many shy away from ever mentioning it? Almen says it’s really all in the definition. “Cuckolding has always had with it the element of shame,” she says. “It really points the finger of shame at a man whose woman would go outside the relationship.”

6 studies that offer fascinating conclusions about human sexuality

Bisexuality may best be interpreted as a stable pattern of attraction to both sexes in which the specific balance of same-sex to other-sex desires necessarily varies according to interpersonal and situational factors.

http://blog.ted.com/2014/02/20/6-studies-that-offer-fascinating-conclusions-about-human-sexuality/

 

The standard narrative of human sexual evolution says: men provide women with goods and services in exchange for women’s sexual fidelity. But is that really true or relevant today? Christopher Ryan, the co-author of Sex at Dawn with Cacilda Jethá, takes a deeper look and has quite a few bones to pick with this idea.

Christopher Ryan: Are we designed to be sexual omnivores?

Christopher Ryan: Are we designed to be sexual omnivores?Ryan explains that our sexual patterns are an outgrowth of agricultural models—which accounts for only about five percent of human history. For the other 95 percent, human sexuality was “a way of establishing and maintaining the complex flexible social systems, networks, that our ancestors were very good at.” In hunter-gatherer societies, there were overlapping sexual relationships between members of a community—a more fluid system than the Victorian model we’re wedded to today. In fact, several contemporary societies around the world argue against the sexual myth we’ve built up, too.

“My hope is that a more accurate updated understanding of human sexuality will lead us to have greater tolerance for ourselves, for each other, greater respect for unconventional relationship configurations like same-sex marriage or polyamorous unions, and that we’ll finally put to rest the idea that men have some innate instinctive right to monitor and control women’s sexual behavior,” Ryan says. “And we’ll see that it’s not only gay people that have to come out of the closet: we all have closets we have to come out of.”

Below, read up on some more lines of research that suggest out-of-the-box ideas about our sexuality.

  1. Question: Is bisexuality a sexual orientation, something that’s temporary or an outgrowth of the sexual fluidity we all exhibit?
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    Research: In a 2008 study, Lisa M. Diamond of the University of Utah presented the results of a decade-long assessment of nearly 70 women who identified as lesbian, bisexual, or sexually unlabelable. Five times over the course of the study, the women detailed their sexual identities, attractions, behaviors, and their social and familial relationships.
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    Results: Based on Diamond’s findings, bisexuality is not a “transitional stage that women adopt ‘on the way’ to lesbian identification” or an “experimental phase” for heterosexuals. Her results, instead, supported that, “Bisexuality may best be interpreted as a stable pattern of attraction to both sexes in which the specific balance of same-sex to other-sex desires necessarily varies according to interpersonal and situational factors,” she writes.
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  2. Question: Which comes first—desire or arousal?
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    Research: In a study from 2004, described in this New York Times article, Ellen Laan, Stephanie Both and Mark Spiering of the University of Amsterdam examined participants’ physical responses to sexual images.
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    Results: The research indicates that we respond physically to highly sexual visuals before our mind even engages with them. In other words, desire doesn’t precede arousal—it’s the other way around. And we aren’t even aware it’s happening.
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  3. Question: Do men and women respond differently to sexual images?
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    Research: The same New York Times article describes an Emory University studythat tracked participants’ eye movements and brain activity while they looked at sexually explicit photos.
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    Results: Men and women didn’t have the same reactions, but they might not be the ones you’d expect. Men looked at the faces in the photographs much more than women did, and everyone quickly flipped past close-ups of genitalia. Brain activity was gender-dependent: in particular, men had a lot more activity in the amygdala than women did.
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  4. Question: Does geography influence the body types we idealize and are attracted to?
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    Research: There’s a lot written about the effects of culture and media on the bodily standards we uphold. But the International Body Project, a survey of 7,434 people worldwide, aimed to investigate whether there were more base-level factors motivating our ideal body types, too.
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    Results: The researchers found that places with low socioeconomic status tended to value heavier female body types, while places with high socioeconomic status tended to favor thinner bodies—possibly because body fat acts as an indicator of status when resources are scarce. And the effect of media shouldn’t be underestimated: “Our results show that body dissatisfaction and desire for thinness is commonplace in high-SES settings across world regions, highlighting the need for international attention to this problem,” the researchers write.
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  5. Question: Do men and women have different sex drives?
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    Research: A recent New York Times Magazine article describes a University of Wisconsin, Madison “meta-analysis” of more than 800 studies of our sexual habits conducted over 15 years.
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    Results: The researchers found that “the evidence for an inborn disparity in sexual motivation is debatable,” the Times Magazine piece reports. The study “suggests that the very statistics evolutionary psychologists use to prove innate difference — like number of sexual partners or rates of masturbation — are heavily influenced by culture. All scientists really know is that the disparity in desire exists, at least after a relationship has lasted a while.” Women’s desire does decrease, but not as a matter of course—as a result of monogamy in particular.

A married man’s adventure with…himself.

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Sex and marriage is tough. It’s a whole different ball game than when you’re dating. And don’t get me wrong, married sex is great, even better than ‘single’ sex in a lot of ways. It just happens a lot less frequently. I have two young kids, which is about as much of a turn on as a traffic accident, so needless to say, sex in my house only happens a few times a month…unless it’s a little One on One.

And the thing is, I adore my wife. I’m crazy attracted to her. All it takes is for me to see her naked, and I’m at 100% and ready. Hell, she gives me a lingering hug and I am ready to go. You know the kind. Where a girl brings you in close, and her breasts squish against your chest. It’s the squish that makes it.

It’s like I have a Ferrari, but am only allowed to drive it on the weekends. Or maybe after the Ferrari has a girls’ night out… a few margaritas…and comes home and is ready to get busy.

Isn’t that the best? Your lady goes out with her girlfriends and she gets regaled with stories from her single friends about how awful the men they are dating are, how being single is terrible, etc. Then add a few drinks, and if you’re a decent husband, your wife comes home horny and appreciative.

That’s the most perfect state you can ever hope your wife is in – horny and appreciative.

I had a girl’s night out backfire on me once. My wife went to a passion party. You know what that is? Where normally demure and straight laced women get together, and turn into vicarious nymphos for one night, and have a blast talking about sex, lubes and toys.

Thank you 50 Shades of Grey! It’s like when your girl has a Pampered Chef dinner party or an Amway thing, the main point is to get your friends to buy that shit, so the host gets free shit. Therefore, the host of a passion party is basically having this party so she can get a free buttplug and french ticklers.

And whomever hosts that party, you can bet on a few things: She loves sex, she definitely loves it in the ass, and she’s fucking the holy shit out of her husband when everyone leaves. I bet that is some transcendant, amazing wife-sex, that only rivals her coming home from a Bon Jovi concert.

So my wife, who knows I want to drive her Ferrari more than once a week, goes to one of these parties, and what do you think she comes home with? Some rad black dildo the size of a man’s arm? With ultra realistic veins? Some cool lube that makes sparks when we bang?

No.

She brings me home a Fleshlight. And not for her to use on me, as the ads would have you believe. But for me to use on myself. A unicycle for me to ride, for when the Ferrari is in the shop because “Didn’t I just go for a drive 5 days ago?” Which is fine. I respect that. In an abstract way, she was trying to do right by us both.

Raise of a digital hand for who has used a Fleshlight?

Not that hand, sir. Gross. You should be ashamed of yourself.

For those of you who don’t know, a Fleshlight is basically a rubber vagina jammed into a tube. It looks like a flashlight, but there’s a puss dropped on where the light would be. Or a butthole. Or a mouth. Because men, if you’re going to use a simulated rubber toy to blow a load, it might as well be your fave hole.

So she buys me this pink thing, and I act all uppity, like I’d never degraaademyself and take it out. So it sits in my night stand for a week. I don’t want to give in to this rubber succubus, for fear I might enjoy it too much. Plus that’d also give my wife the satisfaction of ‘winning.’ But like a tell tale heart, I could hear the Fleshlight’s siren call. I could hear it beckoning me to enter into it’s pleasurable vice grip. To cast aside my reticence, whisper to it softly my fears. My hopes. My dreams.

And hey, she spent money on the god damned thing, so I better not waste it.

With the family out of the house one day, I close the shades, pour a glass of wine, light a candle and take stock of the situation. Because while on one hand it’s obvious she bought me something for me to use on myself, I also have to HIDE the fact I used it and am ashamed of it. That’s not her, that’s my own insecurities. Years of growing up and hiding, and sneaking a self-handy are hard to shake.

So when a married family man jerks off in his house, he becomes a Sherlock “John” Holmes – making sure he leaves no clues behind of his activities. I get a spidey sense about where the lotion was, where the tissues were. And you can bet your ass I ‘private browse’ on the computer. Only a jerk rookie would leave a tab open or at least not clear their history. I need to be sure everything is as it was to conceal my crime. This is a skill honed from even as a teen, rewinding my friend’s VHS pornos right back to where it was when I started cranking (usually about 60 seconds).

With the stage set, I get to work. Obviously since my junk doesn’t create its own lube, and this Fleshlight is a dry-ass piece of pink floppy plastic, it needs a bit of greasy encouragement. Immediately, I’m making a mess. I put too much lube in, and my sheets get covered in it. Exhibit A of the crime scene.

But I soldier on, get to work, and do the deed. I’ll spare you the details, but it did feel a bit better than my normal, “handmade” version of this act. Guys are simple and dumb. It felt good. The end. But it did add a new twist to an act I’ve been practicing longer than just about any other of my hobbies.

Now I’m left with a dilemma. Of course I’m feeling the normal “you are disgusting, you are a depraved animal, look at your filthy hands” thoughts that immediately enter a man’s head as soon as semen is self-pulled from his body. But I’m also left with a mess. Besides being messy myself, I now have this thing full of my essence, staring back at me with its pink creases and knowing eye-hole, reminding me of what I did.

Guys get a bad rap for not wanting to cuddle after sex, which is true to a degree. So wanting to clean up a jizz device? The desire for that is even less. My post-coitus level of effort is usually just enough to hobble to the bathroom to get my wife some toilet paper to cleanup, so this is ridiculous.

I had the added benefit of using a lube that’s not water soluble, so it takes me running my pink jizz-lube-tube under hot water in the sink for 10 mins to get it clean. And now it’s clean but wet inside. And I don’t want it to get mildew smelling by sitting in my dark, bedside nightstand. No one likes a moldy fake vagina.

So you might say, “Dan, just leave it out full of jizz and clean it in the morning.” Well, I can’t for two reasons. One, I’m a neat freak, and can’t go to sleep with a sink full of dishes, let along a Fleshlight full of a hot load. And two, this is Exhibit B! The smoking gun! The murder weapon! I can’t leave that out for my wife to find. Or dear god…my kids!

“Hey dad, I found this cool rubber toy in your room. It looked like it had a pretty pink flower on the end, so I gave it a sniff. It smelled like the ocean!!! So I thought it was a seashell, and I put it up to my ear and squeezed it, and it shot a sticky web out of it like Spider-Man. I thought it was a Spider-Man toy, so I ran around the house shooting webs everywhere.”

I’d rather explain to my son that God and Santa don’t exist, than tell him what semen is, and that he just flung his microscopic brothers and sisters all over his Skylanders.

As I was contemplating this, I heard the garage door open, which is the universal sound telling a loner guy at home that he needs to stop jerking off IMMEDIATELY. I quickly grab the Fleshlight, wrap it in a T-shirt, and throw it in the laundry basket.

Later that night when my wife and I are getting into bed, she pulls the covers off the bed and spies an ungodly amount of dried lube from where I squished it out by accident all over the sheets.

“You have some fun while I was out today?” she coyly asks me.

“Sure, yes, ha-ha.” I laugh nervously.

“That’s an awful lot of lube,” she casually demurs. “Wait, did you try the Fleshlight finally?”

“No way,” I stammer back. “That thing is silly.”

I’m not sure why I lie about it. It was after all, a gift from her. I guess it all goes back to that masturbation guilt I’m so foolishly wracked with. I change the sheets. We hop in bed, watch a DVR’ed episode of Mad Men, and go to sleep.

The following days I struggle with my next steps. Do I introduce the Fleshlight into my routine? Is it worth the struggle of cleaning it, and having a device hanging around the house at risk of being found? Maybe this isn’t a Ferrari, but it’s not a unicycle either. More of a Corolla. And it can be fun to rent a Corolla and drive it like you stole it.

I head to the internet to find out how other distinguished gentleman are cleaning their new toy, and everyone is recommending corn starch. Because that’s just what I need. Have my family think I am battering fried chicken in my bed when they find white powder everywhere. And by doing that, I’m already making much more of an event out of what tends to be more habitual than enjoyable.

While I’m contemplating all this, I hear my wife in the laundry room and realize she’s going to find a pink present wrapped in a crusty gym shirt. Time to face the bah-chicka-wah-wah music and tell her I used it.

And of course, when I tell her I tried it and liked it, she was happy about that. I think she appreciated getting some pressure taken off her, and certainly wasn’t feeling jealous about a rubber mistress living in my nightstand. I think she was also happy that she was able to gift me this elastic concubine. A sort of masturbation dowry.

So she was happy. And nothing is better than a happy wife. Except a horny and appreciative one.

Why Sex Is Pure Bologne

https://medium.com/sex-and-marriage/2d1d48cc5bbc

 

Here’s the thing about sex…

Sex is like the best sandwich you’ve ever eaten. But the sandwich shop is WAY across town through horrible traffic. With lots of tolls. And it takes hours to get there and back

A few times you’ve tried to make the trip, and then just had to say “Is this really worth it?” and head home with no sandwich.

And the owner is so friendly to you one day. But he stops speaking to you the next day — with no explanation. When you ask his brother, the manager what’s up, he replies, “Really? Don’t act like you don’t know!”

And sometimes you pay for a sandwich, and the owner says he wants to make one for a customer who knows how to appreciate him.

And one day you show up at the shop and the owner’s best friend looks at you and giggles and says “Ordering the five-inch, Dave?”

Sometimes you wake up thinking about that sandwich. Then you think about the trip and the owner and say, “No way.” So you make your own sandwich… in the shower.

And there are times the owner meets you in front of the shop all angry and is like “Really? The only time I see your face is when you want a fucking sandwich.”

And sometimes you order a sandwich, and after waiting 20 minutes, the owner’s like “Ohh, Mr. Important wants me to make him a sandwich. Sometimes I’m hungry, too, you know!”

So you take the owner out for Chinese. He gives you the silent treatment. You drop him back at the shop, and he offers to make you a sandwich, but only if you sleep over (?!) When you decline, he says “Thanks for a lovely evening” all sarcastically.

Out of nowhere, he posts on his Facebook wall that he’s your exclusive caterer.

One day, confusingly, he says, “Don’t expect any sort of special sandwich just because it’s your birthday. Jesus!”

All of this is to say — even the best sandwiches are a pain in the fucking ass.

Infidelity Fantasies

I’ve touched on this in multiple places in this blog.

I feel I need to provide some further explanation since this is a sensitive topic.  The key word here is “Fantasies”.

When I say “Infidelity Fantasy”, some may think I’m fantasizing about cheating on my wife.

That is not the case.

I actually fantasize about my wife “cheating” on ME.

let that soak in for a second.

Crazy? Kinky?

I will suggest that you, me and many people married or in LTR’s have on occasion fantasized, and masturbated while thinking about someone other than their spouse.

Is this bad?  Is this cheating? Is it healthy?

Don’t deny it.

It’s my opinion that humans are by nature, non-monogamous.

My wife once put this into very succinct words – it’s not about the sex…it’s about the trust.  It is about the expectations of your partner and the definition of your relationship.

My wife and I have redefined our relationship on various occasions…sometimes closed, sometimes open, and somewhere in between.

I have never ‘fouled’ those expectations and don’t intend to.

I will say that at this age and stage in life I trust my wife’s judgement.

As far as I’m concerned, she has complete freedom over her sexuality.

If she has an opportunity to be intimate with someone (or someone’s), regardless of gender, awesome, she has my blessing.  (as long as I know about it at some point.).  Because I know my wife, and she does not take this sort of thing  lightly.  She makes good choices and I trust her completely.

I would never do anything without her blessing.  I’m good with that.  She keeps me on track and grounded.  I have accepted that I am a cuckold and will abide as she sees fit. [said with a tongue-in-cheek tone!].  “Yes Ma’am”.

So this kink was not an overnight thing.  It progressed sneakily shortly after we were married.  She has on occasion divulged details about sexual liasons with past boyfriends.  Some men would be uncomfortable.  I got aroused.  I felt weird about this so I kept this things suppressed.   I would create strange fantasies about her and other men in my head.  I would come up with strange things like imagining I found condoms in her purse.  At one point she had to travel regularly for school and I would imagine that school was a ruse and that she was actually meeting a secret lover….instant masturbation session.

Occasionally she would have sleepovers with a female friend/lover and I would spend half the night jerking off imagining what they might be up to.  I often felt weird or guilty about these things so I kept them quiet and suppressed for a long time.

In 2011 I discovered a book called “Insatiable Wives” by David Ley, a Ph.D in Psychology.  This book was written about this particular kink and every word resonated with me.  I was not alone with this…it is more common than you might think.  Dr. Ley points out scientific research that explains the biology and psychology behind this.  It’s weird…it’s motherfuckin’ nature.

Yeah, call me nature boy.

Some related kinks come with this which I will save for another blog: humiliation/sex witholding, female domination, and “cream pie” eating ;P

I have in my travels found others in the blogosphere that shares these same kinks.  There are two tumblrs dedicated to this fetish that I love to peruse:

http://unfaithfulspouse.tumblr.com/

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http://extramaritalcravings.tumblr.com/

Hopefully this makes sense, I don’t promote infidelity.  I promote CONSENSUAL infidelity.  There is a distinction. Kind of like consensual non-consent fantasies.  Does that make sense?

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