My husband and I have been married for over 5 years. As we’ve gotten to know each other, our relationship has evolved and gone through several different phases.
Our relationship today is based on FemDom Principles:
1. Submission to Female Authority
2. Obedience Training
3. Service to Mistress
4. Female Body Worship
5. Tease, Denial & Humiliation
6. Male Chastity & Orgasm Control
7. Corporal Discipline
8. Strap-On Training
My small penis husband is... mostly... understanding and supportive of my extramarital sexual trysts with other men, though not without the usual pangs of cuckold angst, jealousy, anxiety, worry, nervousness, fear, ache, distress, hesitation, misgivings, concern, unease, fretfulness, apprehension, humiliation, and feelings of sexual inadequacy that go with it.
He knows that he will always have to share my pussy with other men.
He experiences that anxious mixed cocktail of erotic emotional intensity that goes with the Hotwife Cuckold Lifestyle. He hates it, but he loves it. He fears it, and finds it humiliating, but it also excites and turns him on.
I enjoy having sex with different men, and different types of men, and love the thrill and excitement of meeting and flirting and playing and being with someone new.
I've always had a special thing for strong powerful dominant black men, and find them irresistible.
Interracial Sex... is when a white girl, single or married, likes and prefers black cock over white penis, and is addicted to it. Some girls get the fever in their teens other women become addicted later in life.
Swinging... is when you and your wife meet up other couples, and occasionally single men and women, and have sex with them.
Hotwife Swinging... is when your wife fucks other guys and you’re there to watch and video, and sometimes participate. But you always do it together. She becomes your Hotwife.
Cuckolding... is when your wife fucks other guys while you’re at work, or out-of-town, or whatever, and you never even know about it. You become her Clueless Cuckold.
Hotwife Cuckolding... is when your wife openly and frequently dates other men, fucks whoever she wants, whenever she wants, often has a regular Bull that she spends time with, and you mostly like it. But you don’t always know about it ahead of time sometimes you only find out days or weeks or months later. You become her Loving Cuckold Hubby.
FemDom... is when you submit to her authority, she locks up your little penis, controls and restricts your orgasms, takes a belt to your ass when she thinks you need it, fucks you up the ass with a strap-on, and you worship her cunt, ass, and feet. You become her Submissive PussyBoy.
FemDom Cuckolding... is when she makes you lick her out and clean up the wet creamy cummy mess between her legs after she’s fucked another guy, and sometimes makes you suck off her Bull. Your access to the pussy is severely restricted. In some relationships, she may require you to offer your ass to her Bull. You become her Submissive Cuckold PussyBoy.
FemDom Hotwife Cuckold Interracial... is when she does all of the above, and more, but whatever happens, or doesn’t, is always her decision.
I welcome all comments, particularly from other women and couples interested in the FemDom Hotwife Cuckold Interracial lifestyle, or some variation of it, or perhaps contemplating it.
That’s not quite true. They’re still good like for paying the mortgage and stuff!
They don’t need your approval.
They deserve your respect.
Fuck off, white boy! She doesn’t need you telling her what she needs.
My Faggot Husband
This is how Marlon fucked my hubby last time… on his back, with his legs up, whimpering and wiggling underneath like a little bitch. Johnny always takes him from behind… he doesn’t want to see his face… but Marlon favors this position, which is perhaps more intimate.
The other difference… Marlon likes to grab my hubby’s penis, and jack him off, and is almost always considerate enough to let my husband fully ejaculate. There are times, though, when Marlon fucks him, and my hubby gets a little boner and spurts all over spontaneously without Marlon ever touching him. Is that a prostate thing?
Johnny, on the other hand, has never touched my husband’s penis, and doesn’t really care whether he cums or not. As it turns out, my hubby never has cum with Johnny. Perhaps because my hubby’s penis is almost always locked up in chastity. When Johnny fucks my husband, it’s pretty much just about dominance and power.
Marlon always takes the time to prepare my husband, and lubes up his hole and gets him ready. And then he starts nice and slow and easy until my hubby’s ass opens up for him.
Johnny’s not always so considerate. He usually lubes him up, but sometimes it’s just a spit fuck. And he usually power-fucks him.
Marlon is always careful to use a condom, and then usually ties it around my husband’s nuts afterwards, and sends him home that way. Mostly, he does that for me so I can see what a good little bitch my hubby was. Marlon always sends me a note about the experience to let me know how things went. He’s very appreciative that I send my husband over to him.
Johnny, on the other hand, always takes my hubby bareback, and busts his nut in his ass, and breeds him that way, or sometimes pulls out and cums between his ass cheeks, and then puts it back in and keeps fucking him, and uses the cum for lube. He’s always kind of rough with him, sometimes smacking his ass while he fucks him.
Things are really complicated right now, and I know it’s all my fault. I think I’ve kind of maybe messed things up and taken things perhaps a little too far.
For the longest time, I wanted to watch my husband suck off my Bull… I wanted to watch him drop down to his knees, take Johnny’s big thick cock in his mouth, and service it. I thought it would be erotic to watch. I wanted my husband to show his respect to the man who fucked his wife so good, and gave me what I needed.
My husband resisted for the longest time, and refused to do it. Every time I hinted at it, or brought it up (“You already clean up after him, and lick me out after he fucks and creams inside me, why shouldn’t you suck him off too?) he’d look at me like I was crazy. And then, one night, it happened. At my instigation, Johnny made him do it. My hubby didn’t enjoy it, and felt humiliated being forced to do that (Johnny was very aggressive with him, “get your fucking mouth on it!”). When Johnny came in his mouth, and held his head and made him swallow it, my hubby choked on it and panicked, and almost vomited, but he got through it.
In the weeks and months afterwards, the resistance was still there, but it gradually lessened over time. I repeatedly explained to my hubby, at various times, “I need you to do this for me… I love watching you do it… it turns me on… it makes me love you even more… you need to pay your respects to Johnny… I expect you to submit to my authority that way.” And so he did it. He sucked cock for me because he wanted to please me and make me happy. And maybe, perhaps, because when he resisted he got the belt and he doesn’t like the belt. He didn’t suck cock that often, maybe once a month or so, just enough to remind him of what it was like to feel a man’s hot meaty cock grow hard and thick in his mouth what it felt like when it started to spurt hot thick cum in his mouth.
After a while, sucking cock just became a regular part of his experience. He didn’t love it, didn’t enjoy it, and still felt humiliated by it… and freaked out when I told a few of my girlfriends that he did that for me… but he understood and accepted his position in the relationship and submitted to me that way.
After I basically turned my hubby into a cocksucker, I got it in my mind that I wanted to watch my Bull fuck him. Again, I thought it would be erotic to watch, and I wanted him to submit that way. It was like the ultimate submission, to be fucked by my Bull.
By that time, of course, I was already regularly taking a strap-on to my husband’s ass, which he was pretty much used to, but I wanted him to experience the real thing a big, thick hard cock, with a muscled-up thug behind it. I wanted him to know what it was like to get fucked, really fucked, where he had no control, where all he could do was take the cock. I wanted to watch my Bull Johnny bend my husband over, and make him take it. I wanted to hear the sweet beautiful sounds of my hubby being forced to take BBC. I wanted to watch my husband submit to a good, hard butt-fucking.
This took a lot longer to accomplish. My husband actively resisted this, until one night, with my encouragement, Johnny grabbed him, pulled down his pants, held him down, and fucked him anyway. My hubby resisted and was screaming like a little bitch the whole time, which only made Johnny more determined to bust open his cherry. I sat back and watched and cheered Johnny on. I held my husband’s hand through it, and comforted him afterwards, and told him how much I loved him. My husband cried that night in my arms, tears of fear and humiliation, but also tears of love and resignation.
After that night, I encouraged Johnny to fuck him again. And again. Johnny didn’t particularly enjoy it, but he did it for me. He did, though, get off on the dominance aspect of it. I’d tell Johnny, “I want you to remind him of his place in the relationship.” Johnny would then order my hubby to bend over and would fuck him. After a while, it just became something Johnny would do for me once in a while. There was almost never any advanced warning every time Johnny came over, I wanted my husband to feel that delicious cuckold angst and anxiety, not knowing if he was gonna get fucked that night.
Then, much, much later, I met Marlon and required my hubby to submit to him, which he now does almost every Monday night. My instructions to Marlon: make him your bitch, do whatever you want with him, but don’t hurt him.
Well… this whole thing has changed everything. It’s totally transformed the nature and the physical and emotional dynamics of our relationship.
I look at my husband and think of him differently now.
He’s still my husband, of course, and I love him. I still want to be with him he’s still my best friend. I still love sharing all of the vanilla aspects of life with him. But to me, he’s just a little faggot now. To be honest, I don’t really think of him as a masculine alpha male anymore. And it’s getting harder and harder for me to imagine that I could or would ever let him give me a baby. I want my baby daddy to be a strong, powerful, take-charge masculine man, not a pathetic small-dick faggot.
Looking back, three things really changed things for me: Watching my hubby go from sucking the head of Johnny’s cock, to dropping his head down to suck on his balls without being asked. And the way he reached around and held on to Johnny’s ass cheeks while he sucked him off. He wouldn’t do that unless he really liked it, right? Watching my hubby bend over and offer his ass to Johnny, and anxiously spread his butt cheeks for him, without Johnny saying a word to him. Again, why would he do that unless he liked it? Listening to my hubby right at the moment Johnny busted his nut inside him, Johnny calling out to him — “You like that, bitch? Is that what you want?” — and my hubby whimpered and gasped out loud “yesss, yessss.” I mean, doesn’t that pretty much tell you everything?
Part of me regrets how things have turned out. It was just supposed to be a game, something erotic to have fun with. He wasn’t supposed to turn into a faggot! Part of me wishes I could turn back the clock and get my old husband back, my former alpha male husband, a man I used to look up to and respect. But realistically, I know that’s probably not possible. There are too many images of him with a cock in his mouth, or him bent over getting ass-fucked by a black guy burned in my memory.
Once a cuckold, always a cuckold.
Once a PussyBoy, always a PussyBoy.
Once a faggot, always a faggot.
If you’re gonna fuck him with a strap-on, make sure he gets the full experience.