intro and going deeper into situation

[Jeremie11231]

In light of my recent bouts of grumpiness around Josh coming over, we had some talks about how in the past it did not seem to be helpful at all for her to ‘slow down’ with things, and that in fact the opposite seemed to be true based on past experiences – rather than become more strained, our relationship always seemed to improve if she pushed right ahead with making plans.

Emily told me things here and there that seemed to indicate their sex was noticeably hotter and more charged since the night they had sex in front of me, and that Josh wanted to do it again – fuck her in front of me – she said he seemed to take enormous satisfaction in it. She was playing with me while talking about it and of course hearing that made me involuntarily kind of tense my hips and groan. I agreed to move forward again and go upstairs if they called for me. And admitted that I wanted that. However conflicted I’d been, I couldn’t deny that I thought about it and wanted it…

She said Josh couldn’t come over that weekend but then was going to come over two nights in a row (something that had never happened before…) -- both Tuesday and Wednesday nights – and that they intended to call me up at some point on one or both of those nights. And that from this point forward I was not to cum – I would only be allowed to cum the Thursday night after his two nights here. That would make it a full week without release for me, by the time it would all be done. And by the time he arrived on Tuesday I would not have cum in 5 days and would be in a very eager state, which was exactly the point, of course.


I definitely wasn’t totally ready for him to come over again and maybe watch, but I think there really is no such thing as being totally ready.

I was stuck in this uncomfortable limbo of being intensely turned on by Emily’s sexual exploration, but not wanting her to be happening with Josh.
Still holding onto being the man i tried to be when we first started dating.
I didn’t want his big cock going inside her. Changing the way she saw sex, and the way she saw me. I didn’t want his cum going in her mouth.
Uncomfortable with her seeing this side of me.

In retrospect, i can see that that part of me was in denial after watching them fuck. I was in a very stuck place and I didn’t know how to get unstuck. There was something I needed,
but I couldn’t do it by myself.

I needed to be put out of my misery.

Emily warned me that she wasn’t sure what Josh wanted to do, so no promises about when or even whether they’d invite me up, or on which night, or for what, or for how long. She told me just to keep my phone nearby so I’d see it if and when she texted.
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Josh arrived that Tuesday evening at about 9, and then went upstairs within just a few minutes. Almost as soon as they went up, Emily texted me to bring her the key to my cage after I put it on. I knocked, as usual, then walked up there and Josh was leaning back on his elbows, shirtless but with his pants on. He just looked right at me in the eyes as I walked up. It was a look in his eyes that was part slight smile, part pity, part “shrug”, part embarrassment for me – kind of like if he were to say something it might be, ‘Sorry - I can’t imagine being you and I’m glad I’m not, but I guess that’s just the cards you were dealt in life – thanks for going down without a fight.’ (To be clear, he did not say that – just that’s what I imagine his look said.)

Emily looked at me and asked, “you have the key?”, holding out her hand for it.
Having the device be openly talked about in front of Josh after he arrived was kind of new and embarrassing. Now that he knew exactly what it looked like, he had a visual for me sitting downstairs with my cock completely enclosed in this little two-and-a-half-inch clear plastic thing and knew how it must feel. I handed it to her and slowly turned and walked back downstairs. She had already begun continuing whatever she was saying to him before I walked in.

Sitting downstairs, waiting –

I could always tell the moment when he first entered her because she would let out some sound of shock and surprise, as if it were the first time. And that was without any actual fast movement / fucking sounds going on – just slow entry and holding it there to give her time to get used to it. It felt a little extra agonizing this night. It wasn’t easy not knowing whether or when they might call me up again – I didn’t know what to prepare for.

Now that I had seen what it looked like with my own eyes, the sounds coming from upstairs provoked much more vivid and detailed images in my head. Listening to them fuck while I was in my cage, knowing I wouldn’t get to cum the whole next day, and then that he would come over again and I’d be hearing them again the next night, still not having cum myself… omg.


I wasn’t sure I liked the whole chastity cage thing.
The crazy thing is that I used to think it was unthinkable. When I first recognized that there was a name (“cuckolding”) for the conflicted thoughts I was having about Emily being with another guy, and I started reading about it, of course I quickly learned about chastity cages and a lot of other things. I thought it seemed totally unrealistic and extreme and even just plain weird, and I didn’t even really spend time thinking about it. And I couldn’t see Emily ever being interested in it, either. To the extent I ever thought about it, it did not turn me on.
But things change. I think through time and repetition of the idea, it started to make sense. Or, the *not* wanting it started to turn me on.
But I never imagined it being required or someone else being involved in requiring it. It might seem silly to say it was “required” when of course the reality is that no one could actually force me to wear it.
I got turned on by the idea of it – very turned on – I could admit that. Especially while talking about it in bed with Emily. But the actual experience of being in it was often uncomfortable, or boring, or both – frustrating. Frustration could be hot, of course – but what about frustration that was Was it something that just needed more time? To learn to like it more? Or just to get more used to it so it did not feel as much of a bummer for as much of the time?

I found myself sometimes hoping Emily would forget to mention it and I could “forget” to put it on, and then I could have more fun by touching myself.

But she almost always remembered, and that made me feel relevant when I had many reasons to feel irrelevant.
Josh wanted it, too. Ever since seeing it with his own eyes that night, Emily said he had brought it up quite a few times. So clearly there was something he really liked about it.
I think he might have liked seeing how she responded to hearing him mention it.
It occurred to me that it was one of things that was making their sex hotter, as Emily had mentioned. I don’t think he’d be bringing it up to her if he didn’t really like the fact that her husband’s penis was locked in this tiny device because he had come over.
In a way, it helped to give me a sense of meaning to it – that I wasn’t just tolerating the annoying consequences of it for nothing. At least I could know it did something for Josh. Literally every time I had to sit down on the toilet to pee, that thought arose in my mind – ‘I’m sitting down to pee for Josh.’

Maybe because it enhanced that understanding they had from the very first night they ever had sex – that sense that she was *choosing* him for a reason – and choosing to admit the reasons out loud. That Josh was not a man who would ever end up agreeing to wear such a ridiculous contraption over his cock. Not the kind with a penis small enough to fit inside something like that anyway. I think he liked knowing that she understood all of that, and he liked to make her think about it while he fucked her.

I would later come to understand some things I didn’t understand consciously at that point – me being locked in chastity really did make their sex better. It let Emily feel more of a green light. And it was an important part of that thing I mentioned earlier about Josh knowing intuitively that the more I was emasculated, the less conflicted Emily would feel about her sex with Josh, and the farther she was willing to go with him. He could just feel it. He could probably feel the difference just from bringing it up to her he fucked her. And the same goes for me having eaten his cum.

That demonstration of my acceptance absolves Emily of guilt in continuing forward in her relationship with Josh, and the absence of guilt or shame in turn enhances the intensity of her pleasure and expands her capacity for pleasure. Which in turn benefits Josh. So in the end, there is this kind of loop whereby through his willingness to accept and submit and perform submissive acts, I was relinquishing and "donating" my virility for the benefit of Josh’s pleasure and satisfaction, and enhancing his virility in her eyes. This can explain why, whether they were consciously aware of all that or not, they were very motivated to see give it up in front of them.

The chastity device did make things easier for me in one important way – it really helped me “settle in” for the night and give up any idea of masturbating, which otherwise was always a huge temptation that I had to fight all evening, which took a lot of mental energy and ended up being a pretty big distraction. With the cage on, I could just give up on all of that and was able to be present in the moment.

But having my penis locked up had made me realize how much I had relied on masturbation as a way to cope and process things when Emily was with Josh. Or any time. Just touching myself – not even cumming – helped me get into a space of seeing it as hot, and feeling turned on – seeing it as something I wanted to be happening.

It was harder to feel that way when I was unable to touch myself. It made me just have to be with it in a more sober and realistic way. Hearing what was happening plainly for what it actually was: Emily was upstairs having sex with Josh, who gave her sensations she could not get from me.

I realized it was kind of like having “post-nut clarity” – I guess this was “chastity cage clarity”. And it occurred to me Emily didn’t know that was even a thing and didn’t intend it specifically. And Josh definitely couldn’t know what it felt like to be in that cage all evening. It’s something you have to experience to understand. And he for sure never would.


I was afraid maybe the chastity device was something I couldn’t live with. Maybe it was going to be too much. I tried to touch myself, to remind myself I wanted this. But the plastic made it nearly impossible to feel anything. I touched my balls. I squeezed my ass muscles.
Could I ever get pleasure just from my ass? Was that possible?

I mentally focused on my penis. I went and sat down on the couch to try to journal on my laptop. I ended up just closing my eyes, sitting there feeling my penis like a little nub between my legs in the 2-inch clear plastic enclosure keeping it at that size. I felt so neutered. I wanted to masturbate and imagine Emily’s sex upstairs. But all I could do was patiently listen to the sound of it.

I could hear them on and off in waves, for almost an hour. As the time went by I came to assume that they wouldn’t be calling me up to watch anything. There was a stretch of really hard fucking and then it suddenly stopped for a moment and I heard Josh cumming loudly.

About a minute later, she texted me a photo that Josh had taken using her phone, looking down towards her lying on her back with her legs open and numerous globs of cum all over her belly and lower chest. You could see the tip of his cock hovering at the bottom edge of the photo, right over her pussy. The message beneath the photo just said, “come on up”.
My heart started beating fast and I texted back, “ok”, and then a second message came right then: “bring a spoon”.

I immediately knew what it must be for and I felt kind of lightheaded.

I went to find a spoon. I scrambled through the drawers looking for a leftover take-out plastic silverware package. I found a white plastic spoon and put it in my pocket.

I went up there to see Emily lying on the bed, and Josh was sitting casually at the foot of the bed. Emily asked me “did you bring a spoon?” and I nodded and pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to her. She motioned for me to kneel down next to the bed, and I did. Then she said “you can just stay right there”, as she sat up just a little bit, being careful not to let all the cum slide off her body. Then she started methodically collecting all the cum off of herself by scooping the spoon beneath each glob of it. As she did it, she said very casually as if this moment was totally normal, “Josh saved his cum for a few days so there’s a lot today.” At one point she giggled a little and tried to sit up, saying something about how it was hard to get it all. By the time she did, the spoon was full and she had to take care not to spill any by keeping it perfectly level.

When she had it all in the spoon she said, “Okay.. open.” She moved over toward me and held the spoon up toward my mouth. It felt like time slowed down as I looked at the spoon, and at the huge pool of glistening semen in it. I didn’t have words for it at that moment, but at a gut level, I knew what that spoonful meant – it contained everything I had been resisting. Everything I was afraid of accepting and crossing over into. It meant saying ‘yes’ to everything that had happened leading up to this, and to whatever might come next – surprises and unplanned things, like this spoon itself. At the beginning of the evening, I didn’t know if I would be called up or not, much less about the spoon. The question was, when put in an unexpected situation like that, would I say ‘yes’ to it? Clearly, they felt confident that I would.

Emily had to tell me again: “open up”. Even though my thoughts seemed frozen at that point, some part of me knew that if I paused too long, it was just going to be more awkward, and that the best thing to do was just to do this quickly. I opened my mouth and she put it in, and I closed my lips around the spoon. Then she tilted it up for me to get it all with my lips as she pulled it back out. It tasted the same as before, except this time it was one huge, globby amount all together in my mouth. Emily said, “now swallow it all.” I swallowed it right away – I wanted to get it out of my mouth as quickly as possible – but my whole mouth was coated in it. I tried to suck my saliva out of my mouth to get what was left of it out.

Even though I already come knew the feeling and taste, this was still different because it was a lot all at once and it made me shudder for a second, especially feeling the big, jelly-like collection of it moving past my throat.

I tried convincing myself that this wasn’t that crazy or unusual – it was something Emily tasted and swallowed when he came in her mouth, which probably happened more often than I even knew. I was just joining her in that same experience.

I wouldn’t fully recognize it until later, but I knew even then that when I got on my knees and opened my mouth for that spoonful of cum Josh had saved up for three days, something broke in me.

And I think they both knew it.

Emily said I could go back downstairs and I quietly stood up and started to turn when she reminded me to take the spoon and handed it over for me to take. As I walked quietly away with it in my hand, I felt the extra little sting of humility in having carried up my own spoon to swallow Josh’s cum with and then carrying it back out.

I went and lied down on my back in the downstairs bedroom, just kind of in a daze, letting it sink in, my mouth filled with the taste of his cum. The image of it in the spoon kept appearing in my mind, and the feel of the whole big spoonful of it in my mouth when Emily put it in – almost like it was happening over and over again in my mouth. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had ust happened. He saved it up intending for me to swallow it. In front of my wife.
He never said that’s why he didn't cum for three days, but why else would he have done that?
When I went back out into the hallway again, I could hear they were having sex again.


So, that was the first of the two nights. Next I’ll post about what happened the second night.

[zorozero]

I thought about her experience through all this – putting myself in her shoes and imagining some of the inner conflict and anxiety she must have had as she realized what was happening. What is a woman like Emily supposed to do when or if she realizes that another man is satisfying her in a way that her husband never has?
When she realizes she spoke too soon in telling her husband that size did not matter to her?
When she realizes that a well hung man is giving her an experience of pleasure in sex that she had not known before? When she realizes that this man will know her and penetrate her to a depth that her husband never has and never will? That she will share an intimacy with this man that is fundamentally different than what she can share with her husband?
Does she try to deny it to herself? to forget about it?
Does she cut things off with that man and try to forget what it felt like? Hoping that she can go back to seeing sex with her husband the way she used to?
Or does she say yes to having him over again?
Does she let the connection go deeper?
And meanwhile, what to tell her husband? Does she play it down for his sake? Or is she completely transparent and honest about what she has discovered, and about what is happening for her?
It’s not an easy position for a married woman to find herself in.
Emily knew she hadn’t done anything wrong – I had expressed total green light to her having sex with another man. But she must have wondered if I *really* knew what that was turning out to mean. Now that she was having this other experience.

Emily was also starting to look to Josh’s leadership in this. Josh is very intelligent and intentional and she knew he didn’t want to do anything to hurt our relationship or our marriage. But he also wanted Emily to be true to her real needs and desires. And he knew she was never going to be able simply to forget what sex with him felt like.

He knew what he was giving her was a very good thing for her and was part of a deeply healthy process of sexual awakening for a woman who had fallen into a state of being out of touch with what she really wanted.

So, you could say Josh’s goal for me was for me to accept his visits without interfering, and without her having to feel guilty. And for me to understand that she did love me and was fully committed to me as my wife, so that I’d stay sufficiently docile while he advanced into the position of being the dominant male in her sex life and he could take over fully as her sex partner without any doubts or confusion.

And I think he knew that it was never going to be fully sustainable until and unless it was clear to Emily that I understood and accepted what was really going on.

Maybe he could sense, or see in her face during sex – that she was still torn between letting go fully into it, and keeping it under control somehow. Something in her face was saying to him, ‘this is so good it must be too dangerous’. She didn’t want to imperil her marriage, nor to hurt me (more than a necessary or ‘medicinal’ amount, at least). And maybe Josh knew intuitively that to move into the next level, she needed to know that she had me in the bag no matter what – that I was in complete acceptance and fully committed, even though what was happening was going to be not just fun sex, but something that was going to transform Emily forever.

I’m sure he reassured her that I would go along with it – whenever and if she seemed anxious about where things were headed. I think at some subconscious level at least he knew that she would feel less confused or conflicted about giving herself to him if she could see him and me as completely different types of men – if she could see me as totally submissive, then she wouldn’t feel guilty or conflicted about surrendering deeply to her desire for Josh as her dominant man. And she was letting herself be guided by his confidence. But in retrospect I believe he wanted not just to tell her, but to show her.

Oh wow that sounds deliciously hot. Was there a pivitol event or experience where Josh made you visibly submissive infront of Emily that awakened her to your complete submission to Josh and her?

I'd think either you getting pegged in front of them or him taking you anally infront of her would really drive home your submission to them.

[zorozero]

That whole concept is just so achingly hot. Have they graduated to be a bit more intimate in front of you, kissing, sitting on his lap, etc. I imagine Emily has gotten to the point of not being able to control herself when he is around, it being such a long and intimate relationship in the first place.

Yes - more about to come. Big long post -- hope that's okay...
About a two-day double visit from Josh that was a massive turning point.

So excited for this. I’m literally going to hold off from masturbating until I read this to build the excitement

[MustBeDenied2]

Thank you for including us on your journey. Your writing is superb.

MBD

[Jujube]

I think the most intimate act a husband and wife can do is to lick her lover’s cum out your wife’s pussy. I plan to reread your entire story, but I seem to remember recently that you said that Josh doesn’t cum in Emily’s pussy and condoms are used. If that is true, why is that after all this time? I would think Emily would like nothing more than to feel him bare, and receive the ultimate gift of his essence. Maybe you touched on this, like I say I must reread your fabulous story!

[uk cuck wannabe]

This is the most incredible story. Beautiful writing and perfectly encapsulates the whole mental stimulation side of cuckolding.

[uk cuck wannabe]

This is the most incredible story. Beautiful writing and perfectly encapsulates the whole mental stimulation side of cuckolding.

[elina]

Thank you Jeremie

Another absolutely wonderful update.

I love your description of how, despite your inner conflicts, you told Emily that nothing good had ever come from Her taking a pause, thus the best path was to just keep pushing forward to help you accept things.

Also, the way you (sometimes retrospectively) gradually understood how caging you served two purposes. The first being a way for you to focus on accepting the reality because wanking was no longer an alternative. The second that with you caged and having handed the key to your cage to Emily in front of Josh, after Josh had orchestrated for this to happen, probably emboldened Emily which in the combination with you having encouraged Her to press forward, probably allowed Her to break some internal barriers and start seeing you that the submissive, loving and devoted cuckold you were fast becoming.

And finally, the spoon. This to me is actually so much more emasculating than cleaning a creampie. When a cuckold is allowed to clean his Wife's wonderful pussy recently filled by Her lover, the cuckold is demonstrating submission and acceptance, but also being shown he occupies a special part in the Heart of his Wife through a very intimate connection. When emily is instructing you to bring a spoon, watch as She is carefully collecting all the seemen Her lover showered Her with, and then ordering you to open your mouth, (twice in this case!) She is actually demonstrating Her control of you. And you are demonstrating that you accept your place as Her cuck and She is free to enjoy Josh fucking Her even without allowing you any intimate connection with Her.

Thanks for sharing your reflections, it is so wonderful to follow not just your journey, but also Emily's and to some extent Josh's.

Cannot wait for the next installment.

Just one question to put all of this into context; how long ago is it now that these events took place?

Sincerely
elina

[Jeremie11231]

I think the most intimate act a husband and wife can do is to lick her lover’s cum out your wife’s pussy. I plan to reread your entire story, but I seem to remember recently that you said that Josh doesn’t cum in Emily’s pussy and condoms are used. If that is true, why is that after all this time? I would think Emily would like nothing more than to feel him bare, and receive the ultimate gift of his essence. Maybe you touched on this, like I say I must reread your fabulous story!

I'm going to get into that topic soon! re: condoms, etc.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts as you waited for Emily and Josh to invite you up to feed you his cum in a spoon. Truly fascinating look into the cuckold mindset and the struggles you went thru in your mind.

[johnswan]

I hope that Emily, after making you collect up all Josh's cum, made you wait long enough with the spoonful, so that his cum was now nice and cold, before making you swallow it.

Would have been even more delicious, I'm sure!

[Jeremie11231]

Thanks for sharing your reflections, it is so wonderful to follow not just your journey, but also Emily's and to some extent Josh's.

Cannot wait for the next installment.

Just one question to put all of this into context; how long ago is it now that these events took place?

Sincerely
elina

Thanks, Elina!

All this was happening a little more than a year ago -- there was a bunch of massive change that happened pretty rapidly and then things went on from there, and I'm getting to that part, so I can catch up to the present day and be able to post things as they come up, which I've always wanted to do.

It's so nice to know there are people out there who really get it!

[Angsty Cuck]

Can’t wait for the next update. This is the best written thread I’ve ever seen on this site.

[elina]

Can’t wait for the next update. This is the best written thread I’ve ever seen on this site.

[mickey151947]

Wow - some time has passed - holidays and all that life stuff. Lots of intense stuff over that time, too -- still trying to catch my story up to the present. Where I left off was when we were about to start experimenting with using a chastity cage --

So, the idea was that I would put on the cage before Josh arrived the next time he came over
so it would completely eliminate any chance of me spoiling my mindset by touching myself and cumming, by accident or not. That was the practical reason for the chastity device in the beginning. Combined with a playful intention of it being humbling. And what was immediately clear was that it had a huge psychological impact on me.

For one thing, it felt completely silly – like really embarrassing to think about. I thought, this isn’t me – I’m a guy who thinks it’s hot to imagine my wife with another guy, not someone into all these other things. But I had kind of done it to myself, by not being able to control myself and jerking off even when I said I wouldn’t, and by actually bringing it all up to Emily in the first place. Emily reminded me of that again and again. She even told Josh how I hadn’t been able to help myself from touching my little dick outside the door while he fucked her. I might feel ridiculous wearing this thing that felt like a toy prop, but I actually had been unable to control my masturbation – that was even more embarrassing.

And however silly the device might seem, one thing that felt very real and not so silly at all was that I really could not touch my penis. (Of course there are ways to get it off, but if you think about it, that would just be even more embarrassing, and not in a good way – to show that I was struggling so hard with controlling myself that I actually had to break the agreement and the device.)

There is no way to describe the feeling of being in a chastity device while hearing the sounds of Josh and Emily having sex. The feeling of my penis kept so small inside it, the butterflies I felt down there, but feeling no sensation on the skin – totally blocked by the plastic – while in my head were images to match the sounds I heard – images of Josh taking my place in the bedroom, his cock erect and free, feeling every sensation of Emily’s hands, her lips, her pussy.

Touching myself was my main way of dealing with that restless, nervous, jealous angst energy that I got when Emily was with Josh. It was my way of coping – how I attached pleasure to the jealousy I felt. Now I just had to feel it building in me. I just had to hear it, feel it, and let it be what it was, without doing anything. Sometimes I could feel this enormous tension just taking hold of my thighs and my butt and everywhere down there. I had to find other outlets to release energy, and I found myself feeling driven to clean the house. I started having experiences of washing all the dishes and cleaning the entire kitchen while hearing the sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. Emily of course picked up on the connection and that just made her all the more want to put me in chastity. Even knowing that, I continued to clean. It was like I didn’t know what to do with myself.

Doing housecleaning while getting cucked seems like a cartoon stereotype of something, and I knew that, but it’s just so weird – it was like this impulse that just arose and took over – I felt this motivation to do it. And the chastity cage just made me focus on it, because what else could I do with myself? I also felt this inexplicable impulse to demonstrate that I was in full acceptance and support of them being in the bedroom together. And Emily coming out later to see what I had done would send that message – that I was an extra good husband and was not protesting or pouting about being locked out of the bedroom so she could have sex.

Will keep writing more asap.

If josh is coming and spending night with your wife. How do you guys manage your kids? You sure They have not yet figured out? Kids are pretty intutive you know.

[coastalkid]

He just looked right at me in the eyes as I walked up. It was a look in his eyes that was part slight smile, part pity, part “shrug”, part embarrassment for me – kind of like if he were to say something it might be, ‘Sorry - I can’t imagine being you and I’m glad I’m not, but I guess that’s just the cards you were dealt in life – thanks for going down without a fight.’ (To be clear, he did not say that – just that’s what I imagine his look said.)

This has to be excruciating to guess what is the mind of others, to be expecting the worst imaginable judgement. In the "moment" I can see how it could be stimulating. After the "moment" is gone, when you're alone left to reflect, you'll have MUCH more than "moments" to dwell on it.

I got turned on by the idea of it – very turned on – I could admit that. Especially while talking about it in bed with Emily. But the actual experience of being in it was often uncomfortable, or boring, or both – frustrating. Frustration could be hot, of course – but what about frustration that was Was it something that just needed more time? To learn to like it more? Or just to get more used to it so it did not feel as much of a bummer for as much of the time?

This is personally one of my biggest fears. Let me say that I know this is only a personal observation of myself. I realize people are "wired" differently. Anything in my life that I TRULY love doing regularly I have loved from the start. I didn't need to "learn to like it". I'm willing to argue that anything done regularly will begin to take on a routine or patterns. A routine of infrequent uninspired sex nearly ended our marriage.

It was as you say, frustrating, boring and uncomfortable. Being subjected to a routine of uncomfortable, boring and frustrating had no satisfying qualities for me. Fortunately we are in a much better place now are things are much different, but I'll never forget the memory of that pain and those lost years. It's that experience that always makes me think about what happens when a hot wife/cuckold lifestyle becomes routine, expected and anticipated?

Please excuse my naivety (you or any other reader). I mean this sincerely. Doesn't the hot wife/cuckold lifestyle require a husband/bf to be in the picture? If there's no husband/bf she isn't a hot wife. It seems like having a husband/bf is integral to enjoying this dynamic. Emphasizing and entrenching irrelevance and inadequacy has to have a "shelf life" for titillation, if not, then it is nothing more than conditioning through behavior modification. Even then, the compliance and acceptance of a husband/bf also has to have a "shelf life" for the aggressive wives/gfs. When the wives/gfs can do anything they want without fear of any consequence or responsibility is it still AS fun when there's no resistance in the husband/bf? It seems like couples that want to protect their "good thing going on" would anticipate this.

I like jacking off as much as the next guy. I realize discussing living with the moments AFTER aren't as fun as discussing IN the moment. Realistically, in my life I've spent more time doing something other than sex. Time spent having sex has made up a very small percentage of my life compared to working or sleeping. Like any guy I also think about sex a lot. So, if your feeling irrelevant and inadequate and having time on your hands to dwell on it can't be satisfying or fun, unless that's your jam, like, "I'm happiest when I'm the most miserable!"

[elina]

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Please excuse my naivety (you or any other reader). I mean this sincerely. Doesn't the hot wife/cuckold lifestyle require a husband/bf to be in the picture? If there's no husband/bf she isn't a hot wife. It seems like having a husband/bf is integral to enjoying this dynamic. Emphasizing and entrenching irrelevance and inadequacy has to have a "shelf life" for titillation, if not, then it is nothing more than conditioning through behavior modification. Even then, the compliance and acceptance of a husband/bf also has to have a "shelf life" for the aggressive wives/gfs. When the wives/gfs can do anything they want without fear of any consequence or responsibility is it still AS fun when there's no resistance in the husband/bf? It seems like couples that want to protect their "good thing going on" would anticipate this.

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We are all very different individuals with a huge variation in what we like, accept and find hot.
Also, this clearly evolves with time.

In my opinion there is no general requirements here; it is for each couple to identify their own path and navigate along that path.
What is natural for some are hoffiying for others.

Sincerely
elina

[johnswan]

Doesn't the hot wife/cuckold lifestyle require a husband/bf to be in the picture?......

......When the wives/gfs can do anything they want without fear of any consequence or responsibility is it still AS fun when there's no resistance in the husband/bf?

........So, if your feeling irrelevant and inadequate and having time on your hands to dwell on it can't be satisfying or fun, unless that's your jam, like, "I'm happiest when I'm the most miserable!"

I do agree with you that a cuckold dynamic is best when all three participate together. You could adapt that old saying "It takes two to tango", and change it to "It takes three to cuckold".
But, that's just my preference. I would definitely prefer to be involved, even if just silently watching. Of course, the boyfriend might not like being watched, in which case some compromises might be needed.

It does concern me a little, that Jeremie is being left out of things, only being called in for Josh's or Emily's titillation. It does come across as Emily being a bit cold.
On the other hand, Jeremie comes across as intelligent, thoughtful and reflective. I'm pretty sure that he understands the situation, and is basically happy with it. Each to their own.

"feeling irrelevant and inadequate and having time on your hands to dwell on it can't be satisfying or fun"
That depends. The section where Jeremie talked about his time alone, locked in chastity, did make me think of that Smiths song, "Heaven knows I'm miserable now".

But, again, it's Jeremie's choice, and I don't see him as being unduly pressured to accept his circumstance. No one is threatening him.

To sum up: Yes, I agree with you. But he's an intelligent adult, and he's made his choice.

Personally I wouldn't accept being excluded. And my wife wouldn't like me to be excluded, I'm sure.
Different strokes...., and all that.

[coastalkid]

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Please excuse my naivety (you or any other reader). I mean this sincerely. Doesn't the hot wife/cuckold lifestyle require a husband/bf to be in the picture? If there's no husband/bf she isn't a hot wife. It seems like having a husband/bf is integral to enjoying this dynamic. Emphasizing and entrenching irrelevance and inadequacy has to have a "shelf life" for titillation, if not, then it is nothing more than conditioning through behavior modification. Even then, the compliance and acceptance of a husband/bf also has to have a "shelf life" for the aggressive wives/gfs. When the wives/gfs can do anything they want without fear of any consequence or responsibility is it still AS fun when there's no resistance in the husband/bf? It seems like couples that want to protect their "good thing going on" would anticipate this.

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We are all very different individuals with a huge variation in what we like, accept and find hot.
Also, this clearly evolves with time.

In my opinion there is no general requirements here; it is for each couple to identify their own path and navigate along that path.
What is natural for some are hoffiying for others.

Sincerely
elina

Thanks! I do understand that people are individuals and those individuals get their kicks in in inexplicable ways. I also understand that there are no "general" requirements. It works for them, I totally understand that, it's as you say "natural" for them. Please don't take my question as a condemnation. I never intended it as that. I admit that I am completely naive.

[coastalkid]

On the other hand, Jeremie comes across as intelligent, thoughtful and reflective. I'm pretty sure that he understands the situation, and is basically happy with it. Each to their own.

But, again, it's Jeremie's choice, and I don't see him as being unduly pressured to accept his circumstance. No one is threatening him.

But he's an intelligent adult, and he's made his choice.

I agree with you. Jeremie does come across as intelligent, thoughtful and reflective and he made his choice without pressure or threat. He wouldn't agree to go on unless he felt like he was getting what he wanted out of the arrangement. Ultimately that's all that matters.

More importantly to me is understanding that it is truly a complex thing comprised of two unique personalities with their own unique desires and cravings. So, as you say, "To EACH their own." I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever that their are couples in both the monogamous and non-monogamous lifestyles that can say the wife does whatever she wants and I do whatever I'm told that are completely satisfied AND happy with that arrangement. To each their own.

[johnswan]

I admit that I am completely naive.

Not at all. From my previous messages with you, I know you to be very perceptive and a good communicator.
And not the least bit naive!

[bufaker]

Finished 4 pages and this is by far the most hottest thread. Love it and congratulations on all the things Emily and you achieved.

[nnjcpl2002]

Very hot and very real. Thanks!

[avid fan]

Wonderful story, thanks Jeremie - it really drills into the psychology of it all and reminds me of the great stories from Mascarasnake.

Looking forward to hearing how the next night, and the period since, have gone down.

[entropia]

Hi Jeremie, any updates?