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Embracing Female Dominance: The Power and Freedom of Cuckold Relationships

In the intricate landscape of human sexuality and relationships, the concept of cuckold relationships stands as one of the most fascinating

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[tomorrowwilberainy]

My wife and her Archie are probably headed for the end of their five year run. She informed me tonight that she has started putting out feelers for new applicants. She didn’t ask me for my permission or get my thoughts in advance. It’s a reminder that she is the boss. And it really turns me on that she did that. I constantly crave her sexual dominance. The more sexually dominant the better for me. Whatever her pussy craves, I either give it or allow it. And in return, she builds my desire before she lets me release. #Intentional actions. #Desire. #Dominance. #Her rules.

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[tomorrowwilberainy]

I knew they were fucking today, but I did not expect to see it. I came home from work and started walking to the bedroom to change my clothes. I approached our bedroom and noticed someone else was here. Carefully not to share my presence, I quietly walked towards our bedroom, noting the door was open and I could SEE them. As I watched Archie thrust inside my wife, her body leaned into every penetration. Her nipples were erect and sensitive as he whispered in her ear, “Oh Shelley, you feel so good.” He had perfect tempo and mixed between shallow thrusts and deeper thrusts just like she enjoys. I stood paralyzed, not knowing what to do, not wanting to turn away, and not wanting them to see me. It did not take long before her moans of pleasure filled my ears. Her orgasm was harder than I had ever heard and it lasted an eternity. Her sounds got louder and louder as he continued to pound away on her deeper and deeper. Standing in the hallway watching through the open door, the pit in my stomach raged with jealousy and ecstasy as my cock throbbed. This hurts and feels good at the same time?

“Oh fuck!” she forced out as her moans got louder and louder. Her sounds were not fake or exaggerated. I could tell they were natural reactions to being fucked very well. That also added to the hurt. Then it hit him. “I am going to cum”, he said. A younger man was about to fill my wife’s pussy with his load, and I could only watch them. “Oh fuck,” he screamed as he let out several grunts that were filling her up. “You are so hot, that was amazing,” he panted as he fell on top of her trying to catch his breath. That was my cue to go hide in another room. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, and my mind was racing. They did not know I was there, so I tiptoed upstairs to avoid an awkward encounter with them.

After he left, I came back downstairs, surprising my wife.

“Brad? When did you get home? Why were you upstairs?” I could hear the confusion in her voice.

My voice wavered, but I managed to say, “I, uh … got home early and did not want to disturb you.”

That sounds so pathetic. A guy is fucking my wife, and I did not want to disturb them? What the fuck? I am such a fucking cuckold.

“Oh,” she said, “did you watch us?”

Still very embarrassed, I said, “Yes. I was not sure what to do, but I could not stop watching and listening.”

“Did it turn you on?” She asked with a slight grin as she walked up to me and squeezed my cock. I immediately began to get hard. “Come with me.” Cock in hand, she pulled me to the bedroom. She was still in her robe as she was going to take a hot bath after Archie left. Instead, she dropped her robe.

“Get on your knees,” she ordered me. I quickly took my clothes off and dropped to my knees, as directed. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer. I knew he just finished in her, but I could not wait to taste her. I stroked my tongue from the bottom to the top of her lips. She was still very wet, and I knew it was not all her. The smell of sex lingered on her as she ground her hips on my face and pushed his cum out. My tongue plunged deeper into her, trying to get it all. I was embarrassed by my actions, but I could not stop. She watched me in the floor mirror in our room. Perfectly angled and probably because they used it earlier. She stared at the mirror and smiled a dominant smile as I lapped it up.

“Do you enjoy the taste of us?”

“Yes…,” I sputtered, trying not to stop licking her but feeling sting of her words. Tasting us….like they are some sort of special mixture. But yes, I am am enjoying myself and I can smell her musky odor that I love so much. My taste buds are exploding and my nose cannot stop enjoying her fragrance.

I start fingering her, and it seemed to cause more of his cum to slide out. I kept licking until she decided to take control again.

“Brad, climb on the bed.”

I stood up and licked more of her flavor off my lips as I climbed on the bed. She took my erect cock in her hand and started to stroke me.

“Babe, are you horny?” She asked as she squeezed me tight. Slowly, her hand worked the tip of my cock, making me ache. My foreskin wrapped around my rim, and she had perfect pressure and tempo.

“He wants to fuck me tomorrow. Would you like me to do that,” she asked in a controlled voice. As I lay there in ecstasy, she slowed her strokes even more. “Yes, I moaned,” not wanting her to stop.

“Tell me you want him to fuck me tomorrow - in our bed,” she demanded.

I could say nothing but exactly that. My jealousy wanted to say no, but I submitted to her desires. As soon as I think about her having an orgasm, I can only say yes.

“Good boy,” she said as she smiled in control. “I want you to sit in your office and listen to me fucking him while you pretend to work. Do you understand?”

That will be very embarrassing to watch him walk her back there and fuck her with me just watching and he knowing I did nothing. Cuckold emotions feel me up but I just agree in my pleasure.

Next, she climbed on top and inserted my cock between her lips. She does this thing where she squeezes it at the base with her pussy and just grinds on me. The squeezing is so tight I couldn’t cum if I wanted to, but she expertly knows how to grind hard and slow to edge me for as long as she needs to reach her climax. As she pushed me deeper and deeper, I could feel her wetness dripping down my balls. Her long hair draped around my face as her eyes locked into mine. I felt owned. She started grinding harder and harder. Her ass was thrusting harder and harder. I finally could not stop it. My orgasm rose up and I released my best load into her. My hand on her ass could feel her goosebumps as she let out those familiar moans that I heard earlier today. “Oh Fuck!” She yelled again. I could feel her orgasm crash over her as she smiled and looked down on me. She stopped grinding but kept squeezing me like she was milking me. Part of me wanted her to rise up and sit on my face to clean her up again, but I was so satisfied.

“I can see you liked watching me fuck Archie, didn’t you?”

I gave her an exhausted “Mmm hmmm.” Still processing it all.

She slowly lifted herself off of me as my wet cock lay down on my stomach. She rose up to my face and rubbed her wet pussy on my lips as I grabbed one last lick, and then she said, “I need a bath to get the two of you out of me.” I laid there with an embarrassed, submissive glow while she took a bath.

As she rested in the warm bath, she kept thinking about the evening. She was ecstatic that I watched them fuck, and she did not know it was happening. She did not want the pressure to perform. She also started to feel guilty that it was in our bed. But then she felt a surge of confidence and decided that I liked it and she liked it, so she would do it whenever she fucking felt like it. In fact, I like the sting of jealousy, control, and submission, so she was going to give it to me whenever she wants. Why not? The hurt turns him on, she thought. I am doing this for him too.

After her bath, I was still lying in the bed. My cock was soft, but I was covered in her wetness and still a glowing smile while I rested my eyes and wrestled with my thoughts.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

“Sure,” I responded.

“Did it hurt you? Did you like the way I treated you afterwards?”

Brad closed his eyes, embarrassed with his response but said, “Yes. I felt so helpless watching you fuck him. It hurt. My throat was closing, but I also was so turned on. I was very jealous hearing your moans that were stronger than with me. He was pounding you through your orgasm, and I want to do the same, but I cannot. I just release as soon as you cum. I am so turned on that you experienced a better fuck at the same time. I also love that you took control of me. I feel so happy having eaten you afterwards. I have a warm glow over me I cannot explain.”

“Thank you for not interrupting us. I did not know you were there, and it is so hot,” she commented.

“I could never be in the same room, though,” I said to set an expectation.

“Oh, Brad, you do not understand. If I want you in the room, you will be in the room. Do you understand?” There was a compassion to her statement, but it was clear that she was in control.

“I am sorry that you are dealing with a lot of emotions, but I want more. And it is hot that it turns you on.” As she was talking, she grabbed my cock and started to stroke it.

“You see? You are hard right now. You want me to cuckold you. You want me to make you feel jealous. You want me to push your boundaries. So from now on, I make the rules, do you understand?”

I was starting to leak pre-cum as she was stroking me, and I nodded in agreement.

“No, say it. I am in charge from now on. I decide, and you will trust me to take care of you. Say it, Brad. We set the rules right now.”

I could only agree. “You are in charge, babe. I will do anything you want from me.”

“Good boy. Now, I know you are close, but you cannot cum until I fuck Archie tomorrow.”

With that, she pulled her hand away and left me hard and leaking. She ran her finger across the top of my cock and put pre-cum in my mouth. It would be a long but exciting 24 hours. I was so happy.

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[tomorrowwilberainy]

This weekend, we had Archie over to the house again. It was very spontaneous as he was home alone with no plans. They had just finished a quickie in the car and my wife called on her way home to let me know he was coming over for dinner. We did not get into the details but I had to wonder if this was to be a continuation of their evening. They frequently go multiple rounds and having sex in our home, in our bed, is a new excitement for everyone.

That question created a lot of tension and uncertainty in everyone’s mind. We are all trying to navigate how we should act. The three of us have been together for dinners before that evening, and we are quite flirty, fun and very relaxed. So being around each other as a throuple is not really an issue. Despite that, we have never been in a situation where sex could come up and it could easily happen with me being in close proximity. And for the second time, we are in our house which adds yet another layer to it. He wants to be respectful of me in my house. He does not know if sex is even possible, how to ask or even who to ask. Should he ask me as the husband? Should he ask my wife or just let her lead? Will I get mad? Will it turn into something kinky that he is probably not ready for? Is sex off the table completely so he should forget about it or is there an expectation that it does happen? A lot for them to discuss and maybe the three of us. From my perspective, being respectful and being assertive can go hand in hand. I would say she and he decide and that is what happens.

Me on the other hand, I am not sure if they have talked about sex being the agenda before he got there. Should I play friendly host and sit and talk with him, or stay busy so they can discretely slip into the bedroom? Will my cooking dinner offer them an opportunity to slip into the other room or will I walk out to the grill and see them having sex by the pool? The only thing certain is I am cooking dinner for everyone and I am feeling a lot of exciting uncertainty and a little bit of jealousy.

I think it stems from a few things. One - having a man possibly fuck your wife in your house, in your bed, and initiate it right in front of you makes me feel a little embarrassed and humiliated. That is what I would definitely call being cuckold’. Whether they made plans together to do this or he just takes her, I am left to let it happen and I will let it happen. I feel completely helpless and submissive to them and their relationship in that moment. It creates a pit in my stomach of jealousy as I imagine her having strong orgasms and as many as they want. He owns her for the evening or at least until he decides to leave. He could take her as many times as he wants while I wait in the other room. The thought of her pleasure makes me so horny and I am left to sit with my thoughts and the movie playing in my head. Adding to that humiliation and submissiveness is that I am actively cooking us dinner to take care of them. As I cut vegetables and cook the meat, I am almost in a daze thinking about what they are doing while going through the motions of quietly cooking hoping to hear her moan and the slapping of skin together. It is a distraction and part of me wants to put dinner on hold and just listen to them. Unfortunately, I cannot hear anything from the kitchen and that is a disappointment. I also do not know if this will be one round or many and the longer it goes the more angst it creates. Part of me wants them to go longer to crank up the angst. I want them to leave the door open so I can have the sounds burn in my head. And part of me cannot wait until they come out of the room all done. All of these emotions lead to an intense charge of excitement, sexual frustration and jealousy. Some might wonder why any one would want this but the intensity makes me feel so alive. I want her to make me feel that submission, that jealousy, that frustration, to make it hurt a little and then to bring me back by reconnecting with me. She did it for her but also for me.

And this is where I find intimacy and trust. Intimacy comes from her being emotionally aware of this roller coaster for me. Make no mistake, her pleasure is and should be the most important part of this. Rather than saying “I will not do this to him because it hurts his feelings”, she says “I will cuckold him because he will enjoy it.” Rather than say, “let’s make it quick so he does not have to wait”, she should say “the longer I make him wait the better his experience.” She gets what she wants as long as it takes because she is in control and I like that. She leans into making me feel a little embarrassed and submits me because it cranks up my angst and charge like a dial with many levels. One day it’s just level 1 but today let’s go to level 8! It’s a change in mindset that what might hurt him actually feels good.

Trust comes from our from our reconnection. Just like she charged me up, she now brings me back to her arms and embraces me. Opening her legs and telling me to get on my knees is an invitation back to us. Holding my hard erection and stroking me to a release or reclamation sex ends the jealousy and puts me back in the relationship. I trust that she knows the emotions I have experienced and will bring me back to calm because the longer I wait afterwards the more the charge does start to hurt rather than excite. Building trust and intimacy in a relationship makes it incredible.

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[tomorrowwilberainy]

This week, we (she) pushed another boundary - respectfully. We had previously agreed that sex in our house was off limits. I wanted a place that was a safe place for me. A place where I did not have to worry about her thinking about sex with him, spending time in my bed, our neighbors finding out, our children walking in or seeing a video on one of our security cameras. Perfectly logical reasoning but my boundary and not hers. It means costly hotels and more work for her, which she respected. This week, they have not seen each other since last Wednesday and he is traveling for the rest of this week so they had one day. Unfortunately, they could not find a hotel. While at dinner, she asked if she could come home and meet him here. When she asked, all I could visualize was the sound of her orgasm in our bed while I was in another room. Immediate erection. Will I be able to hear them? I hope so. Will it be multiple rounds with me waiting in another room trying to stay busy with my mind racing? Certainly cuckold feelings. All of the sexualized action running through my head and compersion for her just means the answer is YES. This is why the lifestyle is inherently a submissive husband. We will say yes to anything she wants if it means she gets a great experience and we might as well. What will we do when he leaves? Oral? Reclamation sex? Teasing? Yes, yes and yes! So yes, we are doing this! I am nervous, excited, submissive, and not sure how to process it all.

When she got home, it was hard to contain my excitement. I had to calm down so we just kissed and laughed at the upcoming action. We talked about where to do it and she suggested the guest room. Very respectful of her but remember, I want the full submissive experience and I wanted her to have the best orgasm possible so told her our bedroom was ok if that would help. She said he would never go for that so I told her to just grab him by the hand and take him back there - no questions or uncertainty. And that is what she did. When he got there, he and I were both pretty uncomfortable with the situation but both into it. It helped that she just separated us from trying to make small talk and took him to the bedroom pretty quickly. Then I was left alone to imagine what was going on. Was she moaning with pleasure. Was doing it in our bed making her more wet than normal. Was my presence in the other room a power trip for her. What was she experiencing both sexually and psychologically. I really want to understand this so we can make her have better experiences.

I wanted to listen but the floors are creaking and we have thick doors. And I did not want to spook him in anyway so after a few attempts to listen, I decided to stay in the other room. It did not take long. Once they came out, it was as if nothing really happened. Fully dressed and the bed was made. He made normal small talk, a few cheeky jokes, and then he hit the road. Afterwards, she and I reconnected pretty quickly.

It left me with a lot to process. Can I expect more of this at our house? I have said all long that she is in control and I trust her to manage my experience. I want the psychological mind fuck from it. I want the after play. I want the dominance from her. Did it do anything special for her? What was her experience? More wet? More empowered? More adventurous? Did it scare him off or create an issue in the future they have to deal with? Will he become a backdoor man where he only shows up when I am out of town? How do we get the good from the experience for both of us or is that mutually exclusive? Will this get even more adventurous between us three?

We probably need to do it again to work through all of these questions!

[tomorrowwilberainy]

Pulling more from the article I posted below:

Women need two things to feel fully alive in a relationship, and the two things are difficult to get with any intensity from the same person. On one side, we need security. Emotional safety. The comfort of a man who knows us completely, who is our home, our soft place to land, our partner in every real sense of the word. On the other side, we need desire. The electricity of being wanted. Butterflies. Excitement. That specific, intoxicating feeling of a man who is completely captivated by you right now, in this moment, like you are the most fascinating woman he’s ever encountered.

My wife and I actually discussed this yesterday while driving to the store. She has not seen Archie the past two weeks, primarily because of our short vacation and both of our family time and life responsibilities. He was out of town all weekend and leaves for a work trip Tuesday so they really just have today. I know she is ready to see him. During this time, he has called her and I can see the butterflies in her stomach and the giggles when she picks up the phone so that electricity is there. I asked her, “I bet Archie is dying to see you tomorrow.” She said, “Oh he is. He said ‘I will find you wherever you are tomorrow’….He told me that he is obsessed with me so I know he will find me tomorrow.” She has found someone that does exactly what the article talks about and I am happy about that, but it definitely can hit me sometimes. I know I am her safe place. She has something to meet her dual needs and the thing I can no longer give her. But this section is on point too:

When your carnal desire naturally quiets down for all the completely valid neurological reasons we just talked about, he doesn’t experience that as “she feels safe and loved.” He experiences it as “she’s not attracted to me anymore.” Men read a decrease in your physical desire as emotional rejection, as disconnection, as a signal that something is wrong with him. So he starts to pull back emotionally to protect himself. And then, the moment he emotionally withdraws, your nervous system registers the distance, the uncertainty creeps back in, and suddenly that physical spark quietly reignites. You reach for him. He feels chosen again. He opens back up emotionally. You feel safe again. The desire cools. And round and round you go with your roller coaster of connection and disconnection, hot and cold, close and distant, that leaves both of you exhausted and neither of you truly fulfilled for long.

Breaking this cycle is the most important part of both parties getting what they want from the relationship. I always want to make her feel safe and chosen but the comparison between their electricity and ours combined with our quiet time together being a “safe space” does feel like I have nothing to offer but a safe place. I can go through the exact cycle described above and feel completely undesirable. It is also a lot to ask of her to come home, tired from her fuck session, and have another round. Yes, its every man’s fantasy to give his wife multiple rounds of orgasms until she cannot walk but its also not the reality. So how do you find a routine that works for both of you?

A few thoughts on this. First, allowing my wife to have the best experience with Archie is critical for me. I want her to prioritize her needs for this therapy session above mine. I want my needs to fuck her to be put on the side that day so she doesn’t have to worry about anything. He likes to go a couple of rounds so I do not want to rob her of multiple orgasms with him because I stole one that morning. This is where she takes the lead by explicitly acknowledging her pleasure takes priority that day and purposefully make my sexual tension and desire increase.

“I need some dick so I am calling Archie.” You can see how that could sting of rejection, but her words that cement her dominance make me glow. This creates the sexual tension, angst, and submissiveness in me. It’s important to understand the impact of words and use them as a tool.

Teasing and delayed gratification go a long way to providing sexual attention. It’s intentional. It leads to an amazing orgasm later. My aching balls make me want to serve her all day. My aching balls make me think of her all day. It creates anticipation. It takes the tension and angst up notch and makes us guys like sharing our wives. It’s a very long foreplay session. Once she has satisfied her itch, coming home for aftercare is important. But this is where she continues to have control and options as her dominance doesn’t end. My gift is whatever she sexually demands of me. “Drop to your knees.” “Cum for me.” “I want you inside me.” “I want to stroke you but you cannot cum yet.” All orders and gifts that make me feel seen and desired.

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