It was nice to see Emma taking such complete control in the most recent blogs shared on this sexy site. Like Emm i’m in complete control at home, but perhaps my arrangement has been running longer? Don’t worry gal, it gets better and better! In my case my husband Peter wasn’t entirely ready to be cuckolded, he didn’t beg for it like Emm’s old man. Instead, there came along a younger and inevitably a much sexier black adonis to our place of work. Garth has a stunning physique and you could see Peter shrivel up inside when he saw the man. At first it was just flirting, and I as a 40 year old slim wife was very flattered. Garth took me out to the pub at lunchtimes and I thought that Peter would explode with jealousy. I taunted Peter asking whether he was going to do anything about the randy suitor and at first, Peter said no. The guy had a huge physique and he imagined that he would get a punch on the nose. Eventually, one evening when the three of us went out, I in a rediculously revealing leather mini skirt and a basque, Peter did try it on. He asked Garth to stop seeing me and my beau told Peter to piss off. Peter stupidly tried to contest the matter and very quickly indeed Garth had him pinned to the ground. He held him there for a few moments whilst my husband struggled ineffectually and then when Pete had calmed down a little Garth asked whether he was ready to be my cuckold. Peter nodded and Garth beckoned me to take off my thong, which Garth proceeded to make Peter sniff. I remember that we went back to our place, Peter transformed and Garth fucked me on the sofa, driving hard and relentlessly into my sex. I tried not to make a show of myself, but thick prick driven hard is a terrible tongue loosener. I begged him, ‘oh darling, please, …please now, spunk now.’

It was the start of an informal group that we call the coffee and cream club. I realised that several other of the girls at work fantasized about well hung men, and especially those with a lovely ebony skin. So the club was set up to arrange encounters, to help the girls try out cuckolding as a lifestyle. As Emma i think infers, it doesn’t suit everyone. You really do have to be a discerning bitch to live like this. So we take things a step at a time. A case in point would be my friend Adele. She was seeing a dishy guy called Wesley, but at that point she hadn’t talked to Martin her husband about accepting the fait accompli. She was ready to divorce her husband instead, rather than help him to adapt to his lot. I invited Wes and Adele over and told Peter that he had to convince Adele how easy it was to manage a cuck. Later, if that went well, he would be required to have a drink with her husband, and nudge him along to servitude.

Anyway, the evening arrived and Peter cooked for the four of us, Adele and Wes, Garth and I. Crap he may be in bed, but Pete cooks a good dinner and he waited at table silently. Afterwards we retired to the sofas and I said to Wes, ‘My very well behaved hubby is yours to control.’ Wes was delighted and he quickly set to, requiring Peter to lick Adele’s high heeled boots. Garth and I were petting on the other sofa, Wes was taking down his chinos, so Adele knew what was on and abandoned herself to it. She showed Peter the different parts of her boots, especially the sole which he was required to lick and caress. It was a firm and mistress like start and she seemed to be warming to it. Meantime, Wes hitched up her skirt, and played with her lovely shaven sex.

Garth wanted me to sit on his cock, and Adele followed suit on Wes’s. The girls were going bareback riding. It was very horny to bounce up and down on our beau’s like that, our tits jiggling. It sounds funny perhaps, a bit silly, but I promise you its not. If you’re a bloke you don’t have a cunny so you don’t know what its like to be properly filled. For Adele and I then it was delicious and we ground and wriggled on the guys tools.

Somehow, amidst all the action, I noticed that Peter was just kneeling and staring. Adele hadn’t demanded her dues, to be moistened up ready for the sex. So i nodded in the direction of Adele’s peachy rear and Peter set too, sweeping his agile tongue up and down her buttocks. You could see the momentary shock on her face, but she soon pushed back against his mouth, and then even reached back and pulled upon her crack, so that he could wiggle his dirty little tongue up and down there.

Hygiene is everything at such moments, so as we neared our orgasms, Peter did the right thing and slooshed his submissive little gob out with mouth wash. Its a MUST DO if your botty has been licked before he is assigned to lick cunny. There…I could see it now, Adele’s neck and breasts flush red with her orgasm and Wes’s balls jerking upwards as the spunk fountain exploded inside of her. They were beautiful together, coming so hard and greedily. Garth exploded inside me and the rush of communal sex made my head spin. The room was full of the smell of it, hard fucking by able men.

Adele stepped off Wes’s still throbbing member and I told her to sit on my husband’s face. I assured her that she was in complete control. She straddled him, playing with her own tits and I saw some of Wes’s cume drip onto Peter’s face. More was oozing out and if the girl was to enjoy the best of it, she needed to land full square on Peter’s mouth right now! Down she went, wriggling a little and sensed the delicious feeling of being licked out by a very eager and obedient male. You could see the look of surprise and delight on her pretty young face. This was like nothing she had ever tried before!

Peter licked appreciatively, breathing in her perfume and I could see that his dick was stiffening. He was behaving so nicely, I decided to wank him off. I wanted him to remember the rewards of assisting my girlfriends in such a way! Flick, flick, flick went his tongue. Adele was good too- she wasn’t smothering him. She hovered her sex an inch above him now and looked down to see him submitting to her. I worked his cock a bit harder and he begged Adele to feel free to use his mouth for a climax if that was what she fancied. She was such a natural madam.

When Adele climaxed little squirts of hot lady cum shot out of her sex glands, and Peter licked those up too. She was kissing and caressing with Wes as she rode my husband’s mouth, gyrating her sex all over Peter’s face! By the time she had finished you would have sworn that Peter had been snorkelling in a hot tub filled with lubricating jelly. The cuck was a mess!

A month or so later, Adele told me that her husband’s training had started and that he had been suprisingly calm when she had told him that she was cheating on him. A month after that, the six of us were able to go clubbing. Adele and I danced with the studs, whilst Peter and Martin stayed dry to drive us all home. It was lovely to have new members join our little club!

Pippa

Cuckolding for a woman requires a little skilI I think. First off overcoming your feelings about being such a bitch and second setting up arrangements so that you can enjoy fucking with your lover whilst keeping your husband in place. Its not a furtive fuck and devil take the hindmost. Its arranging a lifestyle on your own terms. Carl had established his control over my husband John immediately (see post For months John and I had played a fantasy game) making him suck his dick before he thrust inside me. I though wanted to dominate John on a day to day basis. However much John wanted to submit to me, we still had practical arrangements to sort out in the days ahead.

Hotwives have different requirements i know, but for me three things were important. First I didn’t want John’s dick anywhere near my lovely cunny. He really did have to accept that his little dick was now redundant. But, second, I realised to my surprise that I wanted John’s devotion as well as Carl’s cock. It was a shock because after Carl had started bedding me I thought I might leave my husband. What I discovered was that I required John’s tongue, lapping where I directed. I wanted him to juice me up with his wet kisses before Carl and I fucked,and to clean up after my lover as well. Perhaps this is what defines us as hotwives. We don’t simply pander to the pathetic, submissive traits of our husbands, we need to exercise power as well. The third thing I wanted was to intermittently, subtly but publically humiliate my husband. That was the most unnerving of all-the strength of the need was amazing and so unladylike! But there it was; perhaps I was responding to some primal urge, what Carl really meant when he spoke about as ‘rutting’.

John and i talked. I let him work through his shame at such an easy capitulation and then firmly moved him on to practical matters. ‘We need to get your dick out of commission,’ I said bluntly, ‘not because you could conceivably compete with Carl’s manhood, but because I think you’ll be better behaved if I control your will say when you come.’ John was staring at my legs, staring at my impeccably polished boots over the top of them- the poor guy was mesmerised. As he hadn’t challenged me I went over and drew from my handbag the cock restraint that i had bought down at the sex shop. It was a dinky little thing, clear perspex with holes so that John could pee. It wasn’t a toy though and I told my husband that he would be made to wear it most of the time. I made him get his tool out and slotted his flaccid member into it. The padlock was snapped shut and i put the keys onto the chain i wore around my neck. John actually blushed, wearing his new constraint. ‘What if I’m involved in a RTA, what if I’m taken into casualty and they see this!’ he pleaded. I laughed, ‘well…they’ll smile. I’m sure that they could cut it off in an emergency.’

Just how effective the restraint was though needed a little field test. I wanted him to realise that it was a training device as well. So I sat face forward to him on his lap, legs akimbo with my breasts virtually against his mouth. I unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my front loading bra and looked down at him. Dutifully he started to lap at my tits. My nipples hardened in response and he was soon suckling on them as good as gold. I have very prominent nipples when I’m aroused and they stood out like unopened mushrooms now.With every lick of his tongue I pictured Carl thrusting greedily into me,I imagined sucking his cock off and swallowing. It was a sexy way to achieve my own arousal.

John though gasped. His restraint was snug, too snug for an engorging cock. His eyes pleaded to me to take it off, so that he could relieve himself. I shook my head though, and pushed his mouth back onto my teats. ‘lick and suck, lick and suck little man…just be thankful I’m not yet making you tongue my cunt. My pheromones would finish you off down there. At least this way you’re learning obedience little by little.’ A sweat broke out on his brow but he was sticking at it, learning to please me whilst controlling his own selfish instincts.

I leaned back and my pert young breasts bobbed proud before my older husband. It was a thrill to be so in charge. I felt down and found his cock straining inside its perspex cage. Fondling his balls I whispered, ‘what do you most admire about the way Carl fucks me?’ John gulped. Apparently there was a lot to admire, but in the end he said, ‘I suppose its his ability to ride you on the edge. He can bring you near to orgasm and keep you there-he’s very powerful.’ I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the mouth.’That’s sweet…and you’re right. It’s something you never learned to do, did you?’

Emma

For months John and i had played fantasy games,about me going with someone else. But the thought of fucking with a stranger was a real turn off. Much as I was excited by the idea of some extra marital sex, I wanted it to be part of something bigger- not just a romp. John really was serious- he was ready to capitulate to a better man. I checked that out relentlessly. ‘You do realise that I will only go with someone who is better than you?’ John said that he did realise. We worked on my usual shyness-equality was a hang up at first. Then though John admitted that my breeding, I am from a very well established family, really did mean that I should expect the best.

The right guy was someone called Carl. He was one of John’s bosses at work. I drove a new BMW Z4 that John was now paying for, and it got me noticed. Carl asked me out on a couple of dates and we flirted and drank our way through a few lunchtimes. At first I couldn’t bring myself to tell Carl that John had a real inferiority thing about black guys, but it came out easily enough in the end when Carl said that he wanted to bed me on a long term basis. He said that he would send John off on some work trips so that he could fuck me and I said ‘of course’. It was what i needed, and later I would make my husband accept the fait accompli.

The first time Carl fucked me I didn’t tell John. I just came home and straddled him, waking him from his sleep to lick me out. I wanted him to feel powerless, guessing what had actually happened and just who my lover was. He was very pliable and licked Carl’s sticky spunk from off my sex very nicely indeed. When he tried to curl his tongue to siphon more from inside my cunny I slapped him though. ‘This is clean up, not competition’ I insisted. He bowed his head and apologised, so i let him finish up, before snuggling into his arms and looking teasingly up at him.’That wasn’t too bad was it…you are very well behaved’ I observed. I could see afterwards that John was itching to know who had serviced me, but i kept him in the dark. I simply inferred that it was one of his bosses at work. ‘I’m arranging for you to complete a work assignment in Scotland for a couple of weeks,’ I said haughtily, ‘so my lover can come and stay. I’ll transfer your clothes to the guest bedroom.’

It was a transformative fortnight. John rang every night begging for details of the sex and I learned that men are certainly not equal. I told him that it was Carl who was in my bed, that I was stretched and ruined for cock sex with the likes of him, and that when he got back we would agree some terms whereby I could openly date my lover. Carl wanted some symbol of John’s capitulation.We considered my having a tattoo on my peachy pale bottom with Carl’s name included, but we agreed that this would be our anniversary item-after a year together. For now, I ordered John to buy me a sleek black, Rado chronograph watch, one that matched Carl’s and which emphasized my balsy new status as a hot wife. Back John came, his face a picture of insecurity and excitement! He clipped the watch about my wrist and I told him to clean the house as I was going clubbing with Carl.

We got back around 1 a.m. and Carl decided to sleep over. He was used to being in charge at work and didn’t see why that shouldn’t be the case in our bedroom either. John was still up and brought up brandies when Carl ordered him to. He undressed me slowly, sensing my quivering skin and looking into my eyes, knowing that this changed things forever. Then he took out Carl’s huge erection from his chinos. ‘This ain’t no gay thing man,but I want to slide in and out of your missus good and hard…so suck!’ instructed Carl. It was the hottest, most exciting thing that I had seen in ages, John sucking his boss’s dick so that he could fuck me all the harder. By the time he had finished, that tool was glistening wet and it slide into me like a nuclear submarine docking. I could feel his heavy balls banging against my buttocks as we abandoned ourselves to the urges. Carl pinned my wrists to the bed, slide his tongue inside my mouth, and arch his back in this sinuous way that his thick cock shaft swept back and forth over my G spot. It was delicious, perfect, masterful sex,and I cast a glance over at John who stood there, pathetically wanking.

At other times, the orgasm would be delayed for ages and we would indulge our craziest, elitest and performance minded desires. This time though Carl said something, ‘You know babe, now that you’re mine, the seed rush will be huge. You always spunk harder in the rut!’ I couldn’t stop myself climaxing then- and bloody hard too. My body shook with the force of it- Carl’s cock pumping away inside me, spurting thick wads of spunk. If nothing else changed me into a bitch it was that. Rut sex was instinctive, and alpha women went with alpha males. I realised too that it was instinctive for John to submit as well- sex can be a very elite thing.

No one really writes about the next moments, unless cunnilingus follows. Its a hiatus moment when you wonder, what shall we do with the interloper? I decided right then that John could go and fetch the cleaning gear and get a lovely shine on my boots for the morning. I didn’t care that he would be dog tired at work- they had to be perfect. Of course…they were. H’e stayed up all night to do them and a Guards sergeant major would have been proud of his bulling. I went to work and a girlfriend said that i looked like the cat that had got the cream.

Carl and my first anniversary will be up next month. I’ve planned the tattoo and several girlfriends know that Carl does all the fucking in our house. They try to analyse it in terms of the growing financial power of women, the way men have been domesticated. Well some have-some of a certain type. That’s my view.

Emma