A Woman's Work is Never Done

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For sometime Master has been talking about how He wants another woman with us. He knows I don’t want to share. Tonight Master came over with Lisa. She sat on the couch. Master pushed me up against the wall, grabbed my throat and whispered in my ear “your thoughts and fears don’t matter. You will...

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Girls on Cams (Thoughts on Porn, pt 1)

So I’ve never been a huge fan of porn; I just can’t handle the bad acting, the extreme close-ups, the general plotlessness, the absurd sound effects, and the lack of emotion/chemistry. I find that lesbian porn tends to be less awful, but still not good enough to make me want to seek it out. When I have a craving, I’d much sooner get off on my favourite fucked up scene from Sleeping Beauty or Two Girls and a Guy that I’ve seen 100 times than yet another pair of nude randoms slamming their junk into one another. 

Having said all that, I get extremely turned on thinking about people making porn. No surprise to people who spend time on Tumblr, these days the number of American women who allow themselves to be recorded nude and in sexual situations is literally beyond counting. In my years perving Tom's Tumblr, before creating my own, I'm confident I've watched thousands of homemade videos of teen-aged American girls eagerly sucking cock and getting fucked, moaning and smiling for the camera. Mind you, that's excluding, the never-ending supply of young girls appearing on professional porn sites. I'm literally soaked right now thinking about how packed this country is with horny exhibitionist teen girls; I can't stop imagining one after another eagerly kneeling for my camera as Tom guides his cock into their mouths.

(Woo. Pardon me a sec. I need a moment.)

OK, back. Where you can really see this phenomenon is on free webcam sites like Chaturbate & Cam4, my preferred sources of homemade porn, where any exhibitionist in the world can live broadcast themselves bating, sucking, fucking, et al, for all to see. Not only that, but they can actually get instant feedback from an international audience 24 hours a day/7 days a week. Tom & I love these sites and we have seen all kinds of crazy shit on their from incestuous families to weird insertions to black supremacist cuckolding. The vast majority of those on cam are just bored lonely teenagers & twenty-somethings in rural America/Canada, enjoying a little internet pseudo-celebrity.

The other night Tom & I were chatting with two giggly 18 year olds in Montana, who we found benignly, if scandalously, dancing for the camera. Eventually, we talked them into making out and fondling one another, as they talked about how much they wanted Tom's cock. One girl didn't want to go any further, but after some coaxing, I convinced her to let her friend go down on her. She was clearly uncomfortable, in clear contrast to her friend's casual enthusiasm. I could tell that she really didn't want to disappoint us, and, so despite her reluctance, she finally relented, allowing her friend's face down between her legs. I sucked Tom off as he watched the girl have what was evidently her first lesbian experience followed by likely her first orgasm from oral sex; it was a private, tender, intimate moment that we'd persuaded her to share with two complete strangers nearly twice her age.

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Group for husbands who just can’t resist fresh pussy and the dutiful wives who love to watch their man with other women. Cheating husbands, taken-in-hand wives and the submissive sluts who love it all.This group is about those humiliated wives and girlfriends forced to share their men or catch him fucking other women. Significant characteristic differences (age, race, beauty) between the cuckquean and other woman are common and often played up for effect.Typical overlapping themes include maids, nannies, babysitters, and other domestics getting fucked by their married male employers.

[hiscuckquean]

428 UPLOADS OF CUCKQUEAN VIDEOS AND PHOTOS. 428.

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Tom's Camera, pt. 2

The Story Begins Here

As Tom stood up, Inna's hands urgently fumbled with his belt buckle. She had previously heard me describe how thick Tom's cock was, but as it emerged from his pants, her eyes were wide with surprise. She kissed and licked the head, her eyes locked with Tom's as I watched on invisible to them both. Soon she was chocking down every thick hard inch of him. He groaned with delight. He tightened his grip on her hair and began thrusting his cock down the back of her throat. I zoomed in on her face to catch the mascara dripping down from her tearing eyes as she gagged on my husband.

I walked up behind Tom and tried kissing the back of his neck. He shot me a glare and after a beat said, "Go dress. Cuffs, collar, lead." I was taken aback. Inna knew nothing of my kink life and tonight she'd already learned more than I had ever planned on. "Go dress. Cuffs, collar, lead," Tom repeated. I stepped back into the bedroom and opened "The Drawer." There the black leather collar & chain lead along with the matching black leather wrist & ankle cuffs were already laid out. I reluctantly put them on and returned to the living room. Tom was now laying  seated on the near end of the couch. Inna was nowhere in sight.

"Tom, I haven't told Inna anything about...."

"What did I say, Marie?"

"You said to dress in the cuffs, collars, & lead."

"And what are you wearing?"

I looked down at myself. "Oh." I took off the chemise, bra, & panties. Tom took my leash in hand and pulled me down to my knees. He handed me the camera as Inna returned from the bathroom. She was stunningly beautiful, having straightened the dress and reapplied her makeup. If she even noticed me there on the floor in nothing but leather and chains, she certainly didn't show it as she walked right past me and sat on my husband's lap. Wrapped in an intimate embrace, they began making out again and I felt despair coming over me. I lifted the camera and resumed taking photos of their blissful affection. Looking through the viewfinder, I noticed something written on her shoulder in marker, "Daddy's Little Angel." As she shifted position to reach for Tom's cock, I saw on her back the words, "Daddy's Princess." I crawled forward for a closer look and there on her thigh was written, "Daddy's Favourite." Tears began welling up in my eyes. I quickly held the camera up in front of my face to hide them.

Tom was rock hard again and Inna began rubbing his dick against the outside of her glistening wet pussy. Finally, she swung her leg around, straddling him, leaned forward enough to slide my husband's thick cock into her tight hungry cunt. She moaned ecstatically leaning back onto it as he thrust upwards inside her. I could feel the pool of liquid beneath me expanding as I snapped shot after shot of my husband furiously pounding into one of my closest friends right in front of me. She was whispering into his ear and I crawled closer hearing, "...all inside me. I want you to fill me up from behind. I want you to make me yours."

Tom lifted her up off of his cock and stood up. Taking her by the hand, he helped her up, then picked up the end of my leash. He led us both to the bedroom, her at his side, me being pulled behind them. He attached my leash to the bedpost and tossed her onto our bed. Climbing up next to her, he bent her over on all fours facing me. "So you want to be Daddy's special special girl, huh?" he asked Inna, twisting her hair tight in his grip and spanking her ass hard. "Yes, Daddy! Please do it! Make me yours!" she screamed directly into my face. Tom spread her legs and mercilessly impaled her with his massive hardon. "You want to be Daddy's cum-craving slut? Daddy's little cum dumpster?" I leaned against the footboard, capturing the humbling image of my husband taking Inna in our bed. "Breed me, Daddy! Please! I want you to knock me up!" she shouted.

"Jesus fucking christ!" I gasped. I couldn't resist any longer. With my free hand, I reached down and started rubbing my clit like mad. I glanced up to see Tom staring me directly in the eyes, he said to her, "Ready to be impregnated, slut? I'm making you my very best breeding cow. My thick hot cum coating your insides with new loads pumped in fresh daily. Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen year round, carrying one Irish twin after another." My first orgasm came in seconds, the following one just seconds after that, and so on three more times. He pulled her hair back hard. "That's what you want, you filthy fuckpig? To be my dumb blonde baby factory? The knocked-up bimbo I dump a fresh load of cum in every night?" I fell forward onto the bed, desperate to catch my breath. That's when I noticed Inna looking at me, or, more accurately, through me. She stared blankly at my face, tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth agape screaming inaudibly, as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the footboard so hard that I thought it might break.

That's when I heard Tom's familiar grunting and his thrusting quickened. He released Inna's hair and lay down on top of her, sliding his arm under her throat, pinning her in place. Even as she struggled for breath, Inna turned her head back and slurred, "Please. Daddy. Put. A. Baby. In. My. Fuck. Hole." I met his gaze and nodded. "Do it, Daddy. Pump your hot fucking seed into this dumb blonde breeding bimbo." That pushed Tom right over the edge and he strained forward letting out a frightening bellow as he dumped a giant load of cum deep into her womb. He rolled off her onto the bed between us.

I disconnected my leash and crawled over to his cock. Covered in their juices, it smelled incredible and I immediately took it in my mouth, licking it clean. As I did, I watched Inna roll over on to her back to face him and they shared a kiss so intimate that it made my heart hurt a little. Then glancing down at me, she spread her legs wide, before returning to kissing Tom. "Some consolation prize," I thought to myself, but took it anyway, sliding between her legs to eat my husband's cum out of her cunt. She squeezed her muscles and the cum came pouring into my mouth. It tasted better than anything I've ever had in my life. As my tongue passed over her clit, she shivered and crossed her legs. I couldn't blame her, we were all a bit overstimulated. She got up and excused herself to the bathroom. Tom smiled at me and began playing with my hair. "Breeder fetish?" I said to him. "How many times have I told you, Marie. Deep inside, everyone's a weirdo."

I draped one of Tom's button-downs over myself and went to check on Inna. She had redressed herself in the clothes she wore out that night. "You don't have to go, you know. We'd love for you to stay." I reassured her. "No. No. I had way too much to drink tonight and with the hangover I have coming to me, I want to wake up in my own bed," she replied. After a beat she added, "Presuming I'm still alive, I'll call you for brunch when I get up." With that, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. I rode the elevator down with her in silence and luckily she caught a cab right outside our front door. I hurried back upstairs to find Tom passed out, so I shut out the lights and crawled into bed next to him.

The next day I got a call from Inna around 2pm. We met up for brunch and claimed the prior night was a complete blackout. "I remember going to the bar and then hanging out at your place for a little while. Was Tom taking pictures or something?" I smiled and played along. I told her that I was totally blacked out too, but vaguely remembered her doing a bit of drunken modeling. I told her I'd have Tom send her any pics he found, once they were downloaded off his camera. "Could you do it? And if there are any embarrassing shots, I don't want to see them; please just destroy them," she said pointedly. "Of course," I replied. A long moment of silence followed, broken when Inna finally said, "I am just so tired of boys, Marie. Where am I going to find a real man, like your Tom?"

I smiled.

[hiscuckquean]

Ah! The Barbershop: a reminder of a bygone era, when men were men and women were sex cooks who did laundry. - Pierce Hawthorne on Community

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[hiscuckquean]

Tom's Camera, pt. 1

Tom sees deep inside people in a way that I just don't. He has a talent for setting people at ease and enabling them to be completely vulnerable with him. How a man who commits one social faux pas after another can achieve such intimate connections with people will never cease to amaze me. A few years ago, Tom invested in a very expensive camera and portable photo studio. I teased him for it when we first got together, but since then I've had a complete change of heart. A few months ago, I was out at a bar on a Saturday night with my extremely straight boy-crazy friend Inna, a statuesque blonde with legs that seem to go on forever. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 3 years and we were commiserating over the lack of good single men in the city.Around 1am, when we were thoroughly hammered, Tom texted me suggesting that we come by the apartment.

When we got in, to my surprise, the apartment was spotlessly clean and some of the lighting equipment was set up. He said he was taking shots of our pup for his grandparents. He opened a bottle of wine and began turning on the charm. When online dating, came up Tom asked Inna if she had recent good photos to post up. Naturally, he was soon talking about how beautiful she was and how she could easily model, if she wanted. I followed his lead and in no time flat Inna & I were both up against the wall posing and flirting with Tom's camera.

I excused myself to change in the bedroom, leaving Inna alone in Tom's lens. I closed the door behind me and immediately noticed the black latex dress laid out on the bed. I suddenly realized exactly what Tom had in mind. I pressed my ear against the door and listened to Tom instructing her: "lean a touch left, now bend at the waist, chest out a bit more, a little sexier, yes, that's right, now how about a little pouty, perfect, my god you're gorgeous."

I reemerged from the bedroom with a few dresses for Inna & I to throw on. I directed Tom to turn around, while she changed to give us ladies some.privacy. As she peeled herself out of her jeans and slid into the little red dress I handed her, my mouth began to water. I poured each of us another glass of wine and handed it to Inna. Tom turned and returned to urgently snapping away. I walked over to Tom to spy into the viewfinder and gushed to Inna how envious I was at these smoking photos. I stripped out of my dress and put on a modest chemise, sexy, but nothing too salacious. Tom hardly noticed and rather suggested I help Inna put on the last outfit, the "Angelina Jolie" as he referred to it.

As the red dress fell to the floor, Inna curiously picked up the latex and paused hesitantly. "You've never worn latex before?" I asked. "You've been missing out." Stepping behind her, I handed Inna another glass of wine, and gently unhooked her bra. Over her shoulder, I watched Tom lower his camera to take in the sight of her magnificent topless body. I could feel myself getting wetter watching him stare at her incredible form. I picked up the Jolie, rolling it inside out into a ring, placed Inna's hands inside it, and instructed her to raise her arms up high.Poking her head through the top, I quickly lotioned my hands before proceeding to unroll the skintight latex over her perfect breasts, her slender waist, her wide hips, and finally tugging it just down around the bottom of her ass. I relubricated my hands, running them over the outside of the dress, giving it a glossy finish. Through my fingertips, I could feel Inna's warm excited arousal and nervousness. She was breathing heavily and as my hands found her waist. "Do you like the way it feels, I asked, to which she nervously replied with a nod. I looked her directly in the eyes and whispered, "you look so incredibly beautiful right now." Her smile grew wide and in that instant all nervousness appeared to vanish.

I stepped back and let Tom take the lead once more. He directed her to bend and lean this way and that, eventually positioning her laying chest-up across our sofa. I stood nearby exercising all of my willpower to resist touching myself. Tom stood over her, directing her to touch her legs, her stomach, her chest, as he snapped along. I leaned in, gently pulling the dress straps down off her shoulders. "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever photographed," he said. He leaned forward, pushing his thigh up further between her legs and when he pulled back I could see the moist impression her damp pussy had left on his khakis. I bit my lip thinking about her sopping wet panties. "Don't move an inch," he instructed Inna, then looked up at me saying, "Marie, take over for me right here." As he stepped aside, I gently slid my knee up between Inna's legs, where his had been and raised the camera to my face, hiding my satisfied expression behind it.

Tom knelt down beside Inna and began adjusting her hair, then placing a hand under her waist, guiding her to arch her back as she continued to caress her breasts. I delicately began spreading her legs apart and  leaned back to get her soaked panties and flush thighs into the frame. Tom continued to move his right hand up her body, making her moan with his firm, but tender touch, until finally he reached her face. With his hand on her cheek, he turned her head to face his and brought his lips to hers. Moisture began to drip down my leg from the excitement.

Sliding his left hand under her head, Tom gripped Inna's hair and pulled her in closer, letting his right hand explore her body. Inna massaged her breasts more rapidly now, having abandoned all inhibitions to the lust of the moment. Tom's hand soon reached the hem of her dress and he slowly began to drew it up over her hips, before sliding his fingers into her underwear. Inna broke their kiss to audibly moan as he began to stroke her clit and buried her face into his chest. Tom shot me a look I recognized; I set the camera aside and reached down to her ass feeling for the waistline of her panties. As I began tugging them down, Inna raised her hips, easing them off her, the first and only time she even acknowledged my presence since putting the dress on.

Tom & Inna resumed kissing, even more furiously now, completely indifferent to my presence. I leaned in over Inna, kissing up her legs, until I reached Tom's hand and kissed it softly. He offered me a sex-soaked finger, which I sucked clean, and then began to push past his hand for more from the source. Without so much as looking back, Tom reared his hand back and slapped me across the cheek. I sat back and followed his finger to the object he was pointing at: the camera. I picked it back up and resumed photographing them. He was fingering her cunt faster now, his palm rhythmically rubbing against her clit. Suddenly, Inna's hips thrust up again, this time in fierce orgasmic contraction and she let out a howling moan of long overdue satisfaction.

The Story Continues Here

[cuckqueanwife-deactivated201607]

Last night I had the hottest dream. I dreamt that my best friend had to move in with us and she immediately began seducing my husband, mostly right in front of my face. She stopped wearing bras and began wearing very revealing outfits and the only panties she ever wore just enhanced her slutty...

[hiscuckquean]

Love this. So incredibly hot.

[hiscuckquean]

The Truth About Me and Girls

Sadly, this journal is not going to be all stories of Tom's and my sexual conquests,  though God knows we have more than enough to fill it. I'm keeping this to record an honest account of who I am, the choices I've made, and my efforts to make a better life for myself & the man I love.

I spent every summer working as a counselor at an all-girls camp well into my 20s.  Although in hindsight, I can see that was odd, it honestly never felt that way. I've always been young at heart and summer camp always brought out the best in me. The staff, campers, & parents all adored me and no one ever said a word about my age, perhaps for fear I might actually not come back the next year. This is in stark contrast to the Prom-Queen-Cheerleader-Uber-Bitch-Nightmare I was in high school. If you know, "Mean Girls," Regina George is a frighteningly accurate depiction of me. I was the queen bee of my boarding school and, honestly, it was among the happiest times of my life. Graduation was genuinely painful for me and the thought of losing summer camp as well would have been too much to take. That seems ridiculous now as I type it, but if I'm going to be 100% truthful on here, that much must be said.

The other reason I loved camp is much harder to admit, even to myself. I've never discussed it with anyone other than Tom, who made the deduction himself early in our relationship. So here goes: I'm like 90% gay. "No big deal?" you say? Well, to a proper southern girl like me it was. "Coming out" was for cotillion and NOT an acceptable life choice. At school, girls caught messing around were "dykes" and quickly found themselves social pariahs. I could never handle that.

Camp was the exception; the one safe place to "experiment." The girls I hooked up with & I shared an unspoken agreement: we were normal straight, who, for lack of boys, were having a little girlish fun. No one was a lez or pervert and most importantly: what happened at camp stayed at camp. On the ride home each summer, my cheeks still wet from tearful goodbyes knowing it would be nine months before I could touch another girl. Soon enough, school would start up again and my reign of sexually frustrated terror would resume once more.

In college, I had my only experience dating a real lesbian. It didn't go well. She was the classic northern liberal, unsympathetic of my desire to stay closeted. We were inseparable at school & fucked like bunnies every night, but as Xmas approached, we began fighting about visiting each other over the break. Finally, I made my feelings clear: I wasn't comfortable bringing her home to my parents and, if she couldn't handle keeping my sexuality private, I never would be. We broke up that night.

After that, I found myself a big masculine boyfriend. Handsome as he was I had no desire for him, feigning prudeness, but trying to appease by letting him watch me make out with straight girls. His patience for that was short; he quickly began teasing me that I was secretly queer. Cutting too close to the truth, I gave in to suffering his dick as necessary, praying for summer to come soon. Then just before finals, I dropped by his place to discover him banging another girl (and as it turned out he had been doing so for quite some time). She was ridiculously gorgeous and I stared at her fit little body riding him from behind the crack in doorway for longer than I care to admit. I left without interrupting, more humiliated by the dampness between my legs than my first cuckolding. Suffice it to say, my self-loathing that freshman spring semester reached an all time high.

Summer returned with great relief and I headed back to the safety of camp. I ignored the bf's attempts to reach me; eventually he just stopped trying. I was too busy diving facefirst into the crotch of every hot 18-year-old counselor on staff to notice. My appetite was insatiable and yet no matter how many girls I hooked up with, I could never get the image of that little girl riding my bf out of my mind.

In the fall, I found a replacement beard; sweeter, more trusting, & much easier to push around. I took complete advantage and with each indignity he suffered, I lost more respect for him. Meanwhile, I was mastering the art of covertly luring drunk bi-curious girls home with me and taking advantage of them. In retrospect, I realize how predatory I was back then and, if I had been a guy, I would probably be in jail right now. Nonetheless, seducing the confused & curious sustained my appetite between summers, through college & beyond. Eventually, life caught up with me and my real jobs no longer allowed me summers off for camp, but it was okay. As much as I would miss it, I realized I didn't need camp anymore.

I'm still in touch with most of my campers. They're all grown up into beautiful young women now and they're heading off to college themselves. Naturally, Tom likes them for all the worst reasons, but you'll hear more about that in posts to come. There's something very special about girls that age. The world hasn't burned or burdened them yet. They're not worried about losing their looks or paying their rent or their biological clocks running down. They just want to love & be loved by someone who can introduce them to the world's secret pleasures, before real life catches up with them. And I can think of no one better equipped to do this for them than my Tom, which is why I'm so pleased to lead them into his warm embrace.

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Start With a Bang, Not a Whimper

My husband Tom is the most kind, patient, and generous man I have ever known and I am lucky to be his loving wife. As I type this, I am watching the webcam feed he set up of his office, where a 22 year old grad student is on her knees beside his desk struggling to deepthroat his cock. She has no idea that I can see her now nor that I've been aware of (let alone virtually present for) each of her little visits to his office this past month. She's clearly turned on by all the sneaking around, being his dirty little secret, and I wouldn't want to ruin that for her with the fact of my approval. Approval? Who am I kidding? I picked her out for him to pursue.

Finding the girls for him to play with has become my passion, the clearest way to let him know how much I love him just the way he is. I intimately understand his needs for these younger girls, after all, I am not the beauty queen I once was. This is certainly not the marriage I thought I was signing up for, but now that I'm in it, I'm much happier being the procurer of his playthings than suffering the pain of discovering his affairs and deceptions after the fact. If nothing else, at the very least he lets me watch now and, when circumstances allow, join in on occasion.

I notice Tom discreetly glance toward the camera, winks to me, and then return his attention to encouraging the gagging teary-eyed cocksucker kneeling before him. That's our little signal that he wants me to call him on his private line. As I dial the number, my eyes are transfixed on the screen. He holds her ponytail tight in his grasp as her head bobs up and down in his lap. She twitches at the ring of the phone, but he tightens his grip on her hair. Her eyes dart up to meet his and after a brief pause, she resumes working his cock down her throat as he picks up the phone.

"Hi, Sweetheart. How's it going?" He says, never taking his eyes off the girl at his feet.

"Are you having a good time with your new slut?"

"Everything's great here. How's your day treating you?"

"Mmmmm...I am so wet watching her choke on your cock right now." I whisper to him.

"That's great, Sweetie!" he replies. He forces her head down, hard enough that I can hear an audible gag through the phone. My whole body trembles at the sound.

"I want to watch you fuck her from behind today," I whisper, then adding, "Really rough this time."

"Well, I don't know. Are you sure that's best?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please. Wreck her pussy for me. I want to watch you split her in two."

"Alright, well I suppose that's not too much to ask. I've got another call coming in; let's discuss it further tonight."

"Thank you, Daddy. I love you so very very much."

"Love you too, Sweetheart. See you tonight." He ends the call with a big grin on his face.

I hang up the phone, lean back in my chair, and reach my hand down into my panties. He yanks her head back, withdrawing his saliva-coated cock from her mouth. He stands up, letting his pants fall to the floor, and looks down at her tear-stained drool-covered face. She pulls his underwear off and takes his balls into her mouth, letting his slobbery cock rest across her face. I delight in watching him tilt his head back and moans with satisfaction. After a moment, he pulls her up by her hair and bends her over the desk. I rub my clit furiously as she pulls her skirt up and he positions himself to mount her from behind. He works his cock into her pussy and, after some adjusting, begins to thrust violently into her. When her hands intuitively reach back to stop him, he catches her wrists and pins them down behind her back. This sends waves of arousal running through me and I cum in literally seconds. He fiercely pumps deeper & deeper into her tight wet cunt, until finally I see his body twitch with the rush of his orgasm. He staggers back and collapses into his chair. She slips off the desk back down to her knees and at his signaling crawls over to clean his cock. I can see them laughing and he runs his hand through her hair. He wipes her face, then leans down and kisses her passionately.

My heart feels a pang of envy, but I dismiss it quickly. I am proud to be his good wife. The spouse of his dreams. I started this blog as a chronicle of my endeavors to please him. I want to be worthy of his kindness, his patience, his generosity, his love.