Hello, Horny Readers! I love a hot, horny slut wife in a cuckold fantasy.
There, I said it.
I am allergic to being submissive Myself. Not only will I never switch in a real-time play session, but I don’t even portray submissive roles in roleplay. It’s just My nature.
That doesn’t mean I can’t see the sexiness in a submissive woman, even a degraded one. The key is that she must desire the degradation.
Although I won’t portray a submissive woman, I love to hear about and fantasize about a willing one in action!
I welcome, therefore, all of you who have or dream of not just a hot wife, but a slut wife. You want a wife who not only sleeps with other men but who wants to be other men’s whore. It turns you on, and humiliates you at the same time.
A slut wife denies you and submits to Her bull.
Not everyone has the same definition of a slut wife. Hell, not everyone has the same definition of what it means to be a cuckold. Some cuckolds consider their subjugation and their wife’s elevation part and parcel of the dynamic. Others completely objectify their wife; her dual purpose is the physical pleasure of the bull and the psychological and visual pleasure of her husband. The wife is something he owns, and that he is loaning to another man for his use.
My fantasies are oriented somewhere in between.
To My mind, a man who offers up his wife to be a piece of fuck meat for another man, and has the prerogative of either joining him or watching while he wanks, is a swinger with a male-dominant bent, not a cuckold.
Hierarchy is essential, but in My world, only the wife or the bull can be at the pinnacle. You’re always at the bottom.
In My world, a slut wife submits to her bull, willingly and in a particularly depraved manner, but denies her husband. She is not her husband’s to give away, but her own. She uses her agency to offer herself as a cum dumpster. Her husband is in a position as diametrically opposed to that of the bull as possible.
The no-holds-barred submission of a slut wife deepens her husband’s cuckold humiliation.
With this hierarchy in place, a slut wife:
- emasculates her husband by giving herself to another man
- humiliates her husband by denying him sexual access, and
- renders her husband powerless as she allows a better man to treat her like a blow-up doll.
I mean, it’s one thing if the wife is seeking pure physical pleasure from a man with a larger cock or one who is more virile, and another if she is indifferent to her own direct pleasure yet devoted to that of the bull. Basically, she’s saying to her husband, “it’s not a matter of you not being able to please me, it’s that I’m not willing to please you. It’s not that I need him to please me, but that I need to please him. I am this stud’s cum rag, to be used and tossed aside, but you’ll have to beg for even a handjob”.
So hot.
So humiliating!
The dynamic between a slut wife and a denied husband reverberates outside of the bedroom!
Outside of the presence of the bull, his wife is any other soccer mom. She bustles about the kitchen in the ubiquitous terrycloth robe and slippers, preparing coffee and packing lunches. There’s no reason to make any special effort, after all, in the presence of her cuckold. Later on, when they’re departing for work, she will offer her cheek for a chaste kiss.
It’s a domestic scene most people would recognize. They would see nothing odd about it were they a fly on the wall. Between the two, however, is the understanding that the forthcoming chaste kiss is the only access he has to his wife. Her bull owns her lock, stock, and barrel. Anything else requires his permission, which the bull rarely gives.
Life with a slut wife burns indelible images into the brain of a cuckold husband.
They fire his humiliation and arousal long after the last fuck session. Consider just one of many possible scenarios where a cuckold husband has the opportunity to savor and suffer the dichotomy in his marriage:
As the cuckold sits at the kitchen table and watches her day begin, he is constantly aware of the other woman inside of his suburban wife. Under that frumpy bathrobe, her body is meticulously fit, moisturized, and waxed free of body hair because that’s the way her bull likes it. There’s the pair of perfect tits he watched the bull crumple in each hand and use as leverage while he furiously pounded her, that he saw bouncing until the nipples blurred while she rode him. Under that bathrobe is the round ass that probably still bears the bull’s handprints, and the asshole she painfully trained to accept his massive cock. Between her legs is the pussy, still puffy-lipped, sore. It may even still be dripping a bit with his cum.
When she chatters about her schedule that day, he’ll think of the mouth and throat from which her words come stuffed to the balls with 10 inches of bull meat. When he watches her carefully apply her makeup later on, he’ll think of the way it smeared around her mouth and smudged and ran from her eyes with sweat and friction and gagging and tears and cum facials just the night before.
And under the kitchen table, the cuckold husband of a slut wife repositions his inadequate erection. He thinks all of this over, shuddering with lust, jealousy, and shame. His wife doesn’t just sleep with another man. She is his fuckdoll, his bimbo, his cum slut and his slave.
He is the cuckold husband of a slut wife. And whether in fantasy or reality, he may be you.
Feel free to tell Me all about it!
xoxo
Miss Rachel, a friend of the slut wife, and of the cuckolds who love them!
1-800-356-6169
I can relate to having a wife that is used by another man like a rag doll. First time I saw them ,they were in our marriage bed. A rather emasculting experience for me. I had a actual physical reaction. No, I didn’t get an erection, quite the opposite. My penis sort of shrink temporary and my testicles felt like they literally wanted to go BACK inside my body.
But were you aroused psychologically? Even a little bit? Or are you looking back on it now?
I can half relate to Alex. When I came home to find my wife acting weird and then found her cum filled panties on the floor, my heart sank…AND my dick rose. It was seriously a really confusing moment. I remember seeing a few wet spots in our bed, which meant I just missed them. I also remember thinking, “there’s a lot of cum in these!” I then put two and two together. She left them out on purpose. Nothing was said. But I washed them (after sampling a taste or two…or four) and neatly put them on top of her dresser. My message to her was “please, do this again.” And she didn’t disappoint.
GirlieFF
GirlieFF! It’s grand that you decided to visit My blog! I’m glad you’re exploring LDW environs outside of Getgirlie!
That sounds like an ideal situation after the initial shock passed!
Thank you. We are divorced now (I guess my cock was too small! LOL. AND I prefer men ????). But, seriously, it’s totally amicable. I will always have that memory of those beautiful cum filled panties. That always gets me hard!
All’s well that ends well, huh GirlieFF?
Yes, Miss Rachel,
Turns out we both wanted the same thing – huge cocks. We are both size queens. LOL.
All’s well that ends well, GirliFF! *giggle*
To answer your question Mistress. It was an erotic thing to see. However , it was like my penis and testicles got scared and just wanted to run away , seeing a real man in action.
Maybe they instinctively knew that since they were useless, they should be put in storage!