Pussyfree?

[Maddie_Hippychick]

@coastalkid, I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate your comments. They always seem to resonate with me. You seem to be reasonable, realistic, and compassionate. I’ve also been dealing with a dead bedroom marriage for decades, zero sexual intimacy for about 5 years. About two years ago I made the decision that I was no longer going to be celibate. I shared this decision with my wife. Nothing changed on her side. We’re still married. She remains celibate as far as I know. I am NOT. My first experience with another couple was mind blowing. Still, with work, family, friends and other obligations, I just don’t have as much time to “play” as I would like. Ideally, I would be able to completely share my sexuality with my wife. But at this point, if my wife ever had an epiphany and actually tried to nurture intimacy within the marriage, I’m not sure I would want to be that vulnerable again. The damage has been done.

[HusbandX]

I don't thrive on denial. We've played with it a little; a cheap chinese ebay cage, and so forth, but she certainly isn't into it, and I don't have a future in it. I thought maybe, since I'll never have it, denial might be the road to go down. Can't have the blue cup? Fine, I'll have the red cup, that kind of thing. Doesn't really work, and would be a solo act; my wife isn't for or against, just doesn't care.

The cuckold life is something entirely foreign to me, but not the thoughts. It's one of the few constant appeals, causing no end of internal friction. I can't relate based on experience, but I can't deny the attraction or the appeal. I've read accounts here, some seem quite real, some contrived, but each resonates on a certain level either due to identifying with the participants, or simply the attraction that I struggle not to admit.

I travel a great deal; I'm abroad a lot more than I'm home. Neither my wife, nor I, are youngsters, any more. Kids are grown. We have grandkids. A lot of our interaction is by text now, a different country every day, often separated not only by thousands of miles, but by time zones, sometimes the international dateline. Presently, it's Monday for me, Sunday for her, and sometimes, it's as though we're communicating from different dimensions. On the one hand, it frees us from friction of intimacy and having to work at anything, and on the other, at best, leaves us more like strangers bound by marriage, living separate lives.

We're neither of us adventurous, neither of us outgoing. Neither of us have any social life; we never have. When home, we'll go see a movie and drive home. That's it. We don't visit other people or interact with them. My only interactions are for work. We chat by text; weather, traffic, light politics. I tease her about her boyfriend, while I'm gone. She has little interest, but sometimes plays along. The teasing and the detail has become a bit more graphic, specific. She plays along, a little. There won't ever come a time when she dives into it, actually finds a boyfriend. We're both quite aware.

We used to argue; I came across female-led as a dynamic, and it resonated, perhaps in part as a means to settle arguments. Someone had to back down. What if the winner was pre-decided? Could it eliminate the arguments before they started? The mental exploration of the appeal evolved to where I am now. No closer to the dynamic, but maybe as a worldview. I imagine a marriage of unwavering loyalty and devotion to my wife, and her freedom to do as she will, and I've shared that imagination with her. She isn't reviled by it, but isn't interested in it, either.

Denial, for me, is a matter of inevitability, as I won't ever leave her, and she'll likely never leave me. It takes two to tango, and she doesn't want to tango. Occasionally I'll put on a cage, kind of like putting parenthesis around a sentence fragment to give it a place, but it doesn't last, and It feels like extended use may result in damage. We're too old for kid-games. I'm diabetic. I don't get hard like I used to, though things still work, with some help. I don't use viagra. I don't satisfy. I've never been more than a missionary-style, boring participant; enough to father a family, but nothing that would make a movie. Denial, to me, is an answer in search of a problem, the problem being well-defined and tired, and far from new, intolerable, unfixable, just a world in which we both live thats as unchangeable as granite mountains, endless oceans and ever-so-slow glaciers.

[DripDripDaCuckMayne]

Message to wannabe pussyfree cuckolds.

Know this... once you've successfully managed to convince your hotwife to deny your little cock access into her pussy, she will easily keep you pussyfree "forever".

When she gets used to denying you "regular intercourse" - which will only take a few days or maybe weeks - that's the end. There's no going back. And it's a quick evolution. So be careful what you wish for... after all, that was what your said you wanted, wasn't it?

Bonus info: it's much easier for her to say "no" than what it will be for you to "get pussy", possibly even for the rest of your life.

Hugs, sissy Kirsty

good, this is exactly what I want.

my wife has been surprisingly agreeable.

[DripDripDaCuckMayne]

Caged or pussy free offers a BF a blank canvas to create a deep no limits relationship with the wife and develop all the erotic potential of the marital triad. Doesn't get any better than that.

Truer words could not be said! I personally lived this in my early 20s when my girlfriend made the decision to go exclusive with her lover turned boyfriend and made me go 100% pussy-free while she gave herself to him entirely.

At the beginning of her cutting me off in March, it was just sex but the more time that passed, the more that he made her his especially when she was at his place every single day and refused to be intimate with me. It was only a matter of time, he was having my girlfriend every single evening after work 7 days a week and she absolutely refused to let me reclaim her .

Just as you said, as a result of that blank canvas which resulted from her being with him everyday and refusing me access afterwards or anytime, by May/June, my girlfriend told me that she was in love with him and that all those nights with him were not just having sex but them making love and feeling and immense connection with him that made her feel his.

This was only 2-3 months into their sexual exclusivity which resulted in them being in love and making love instead of just fucking. I remained completely pussy free for another 5ish months which allowed that blank canvas to remain entirely for him. He used those 8 months productively by giving her attention and making love to her every single day, there wasn't a day where my girlfriend did not come home without him finishing inside of her. I'm sure that him always finishing inside her strengthened their intimacy and connection/bond because she kept insisting she was his and only for him when she came home and I would try to reclaim her despite being officially cut off for months.

Long story short, I was getting antsy and after 8 months she finally lifted the block. I finally had sex with her and I was in heaven. We started having sex again but she clarified that it was just sex when she was with me but she was his and when she was with him, she made love to him. Probably a month or so later, she transitioned from being my girlfriend to publicly being his. We didn't break up but I had to accept her officially and publicly being his while she made me her secret fuck buddy while everyone acknowledged him as her partner.

Being pussy free and allowing another man full unrestricted access to a completely blank canvas for him to use and create a beautiful story can be a risk for the cuckold. In the beginning I was in favor of him taking over as her man because he had already been solely having her and dating her so it didn't hit me as hard but I did have to get used to seeing her being fully his for nearly 3 years before I started getting tired of just being her fuck buddy when she had time for me. It was intense no longer being acknowledged or recognized as her partner by anyone despite her family seeing us together when her boyfriend wasn't around.

It has been well over a decade since she made me go pussy free, provide an unrestricted blank canvas for her lover to take over and mark, and eventually began her transition to let her lover ultimately become her the one who claims her.

Unfortunately I didn't learn my lesson and want a second try at giving another man a blank canvas for him to have a chance with my current girlfriend. There would obviously be rules/prerequisites this time. He and I would need to get along very well, have chemistry and become best of friends before I surrender another partner to another man. If I do it again it's because I like him And respect him as a person and vice versa. Only then it's when I go pussyfree and let him work on making my woman his, that's the moment where he moves in to our home , I move out of the master bedroom to make room for him, and once he is living with us, he takes over my role entirely inside of our home. We have our little celebration party where we have a threesome and the three of us agree that from that moment on he takes over and becomes her man and she acknowledges that she wants him to her primary man while making me witness everything under the same roof. Fucked up right? Lol

Fucked up, but hot af, bro. I want to tell you to be careful, but I'm like you and would love the cuck encouragement. I want the same.

[DripDripDaCuckMayne]

I don't thrive on denial. We've played with it a little; a cheap chinese ebay cage, and so forth, but she certainly isn't into it, and I don't have a future in it. I thought maybe, since I'll never have it, denial might be the road to go down. Can't have the blue cup? Fine, I'll have the red cup, that kind of thing. Doesn't really work, and would be a solo act; my wife isn't for or against, just doesn't care.

The cuckold life is something entirely foreign to me, but not the thoughts. It's one of the few constant appeals, causing no end of internal friction. I can't relate based on experience, but I can't deny the attraction or the appeal. I've read accounts here, some seem quite real, some contrived, but each resonates on a certain level either due to identifying with the participants, or simply the attraction that I struggle not to admit.

I travel a great deal; I'm abroad a lot more than I'm home. Neither my wife, nor I, are youngsters, any more. Kids are grown. We have grandkids. A lot of our interaction is by text now, a different country every day, often separated not only by thousands of miles, but by time zones, sometimes the international dateline. Presently, it's Monday for me, Sunday for her, and sometimes, it's as though we're communicating from different dimensions. On the one hand, it frees us from friction of intimacy and having to work at anything, and on the other, at best, leaves us more like strangers bound by marriage, living separate lives.

We're neither of us adventurous, neither of us outgoing. Neither of us have any social life; we never have. When home, we'll go see a movie and drive home. That's it. We don't visit other people or interact with them. My only interactions are for work. We chat by text; weather, traffic, light politics. I tease her about her boyfriend, while I'm gone. She has little interest, but sometimes plays along. The teasing and the detail has become a bit more graphic, specific. She plays along, a little. There won't ever come a time when she dives into it, actually finds a boyfriend. We're both quite aware.

We used to argue; I came across female-led as a dynamic, and it resonated, perhaps in part as a means to settle arguments. Someone had to back down. What if the winner was pre-decided? Could it eliminate the arguments before they started? The mental exploration of the appeal evolved to where I am now. No closer to the dynamic, but maybe as a worldview. I imagine a marriage of unwavering loyalty and devotion to my wife, and her freedom to do as she will, and I've shared that imagination with her. She isn't reviled by it, but isn't interested in it, either.

Denial, for me, is a matter of inevitability, as I won't ever leave her, and she'll likely never leave me. It takes two to tango, and she doesn't want to tango. Occasionally I'll put on a cage, kind of like putting parenthesis around a sentence fragment to give it a place, but it doesn't last, and It feels like extended use may result in damage. We're too old for kid-games. I'm diabetic. I don't get hard like I used to, though things still work, with some help. I don't use viagra. I don't satisfy. I've never been more than a missionary-style, boring participant; enough to father a family, but nothing that would make a movie. Denial, to me, is an answer in search of a problem, the problem being well-defined and tired, and far from new, intolerable, unfixable, just a world in which we both live thats as unchangeable as granite mountains, endless oceans and ever-so-slow glaciers.

Grim. Really hate to read this. Feel for you. There have been times I could relate to parts of this, but not for any sustained, extended period.

I will say this, though. Life is too short to be sexually unsatisfied. My wife and I had issues for years. So I started cheating without guilt. I also never told her. A number of years back, after I had been fucking work sluts and her best friend (always on my wife's birthday), my wife wanted to talk and make an effort to revive our sex life. Well, it worked and I had been faithful for about 6 years. Up until recently, after what was fun denial has steadily become boring lack of sex...so I've been fucking her best friend again, who is also actually cucking me. My wife doesnt know, never will, but interestingly I'm noticing an uptick in her desire for me again.

I think there's something to be said for constructive cheating. Likely some sort of pheromone thing. Who knows.

Anyway, her best friend lives out of town, but she says she is my slut and I have complete control of her pussy to share how I please. This pleases me to no end, as you can imagine. She will be visiting us again in a few days for a week. She admits she is now my mistress and girlfriend. She had already cut off her boyfriend for the last 3 years, but she is ready to leave him entirely.

So, I've invited her to live with us. Weirdly, my wife keeps bringing up her friend's situation, including having her live with us. It sounds unreal, but I'm rolling with it. God works in mysterious ways, and I'll be fucking them both while also getting cucked by them soon enough.

Now I mention all this not because I want to rub your face in it, but because one of the things I said to the bestie is, "life's too short to miss out on the sex you deserve." this lit something inside of her. and it's how Ive tried to live my life. now as for my wife, i love her very much, and I can be very upfront with her that I *need* the sex to change and she will just ...remain apathetic and clueless. And then sometime after I'm fucking every other woman as I please, something goes off in her head to start paying attention to what I've been saying.

We all need sex. It doesnt always have to be intercourse, but we need sex. I don't have to cum or get intercourse, but I need something...and I need it frequently, 3-5x per week. If I don't get it from my wife, I will get it elsewhere, even if that means fucking her best friend. I've got 30-40 years left ahead of me if we go by average male lifespan in the US, and I'll be goddamned if I live out my years not enjoying a core part of the human experience. Yolo

[HusbandX]

We want sex. We don't need it. There is a difference.

It's not like we get extra stars on our urn if we had more sex, when alive...and we don't live any longer if we do, or don't.

I don't own my wife, but I did take a vow to be loyal, forsaking all all others, so that's the game plan. We signed on for better or worse, come what may, not a matter of convenience, and there wasn't anything in there about "unless she doesn't put out," so it's not really a factor.

Reality, vs. fantasy.

[Midnight Joker]

We want sex. We don't need it. There is a difference.

I strongly disagree on this. Sex is more than just the act, at least with someone you have a relationship with. It bonds you emotionally, adds passion and brings you closer together. Without it, you're just roommates.

[coastalkid]

I don't thrive on denial.
I thought maybe, since I'll never have it, denial might be the road to go down. Doesn't really work, and would be a solo act; my wife isn't for or against, just doesn't care.
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.....and on the other, at best, leaves us more like strangers bound by marriage, living separate lives.
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I tease her about her boyfriend, while I'm gone. She has little interest, but sometimes plays along. The teasing and the detail has become a bit more graphic, specific. She plays along, a little. There won't ever come a time when she dives into it, actually finds a boyfriend. We're both quite aware.
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What if the winner was pre-decided?
I imagine a marriage of unwavering loyalty and devotion to my wife, and her freedom to do as she will, and I've shared that imagination with her. She isn't reviled by it, but isn't interested in it, either.
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Denial, for me, is a matter of inevitability, as I won't ever leave her, and she'll likely never leave me. It takes two to tango, and she doesn't want to tango.
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Denial, to me, is an answer in search of a problem, the problem being well-defined and tired, and far from new, intolerable, unfixable, just a world in which we both live thats as unchangeable as granite mountains, endless oceans and ever-so-slow glaciers.

Thanks for your post. I thoroughly understand where you are coming from. A lot of people will say leave your marriage as if it is a simple thing. Marriage partners do not always connect on all levels and marriage partners are not perfect either.

My wife and I have been responsible workers, we have made a financially secure life for ourselves. We have raised our child together. We have taken care of our parents and seen them pass on. We've endured very difficult times by leaning on each other to pull through them. We have been together a long time. As a team, we've survived when so many of our friends and family have failed.

Some would ask if the marriage is truly a success if your sex life isn't a vibrant satisfying thing. I would ask them if they believe their marriage is successful if they have the sex life they wanted but everything else is a failure or a struggle. Some fortunate few get to have it all but for many more it's a mixture of good and missed opportunity.

No matter what ANYONE says, you spend a much more time in your life working, taking care of responsibilities, and sleeping than you ever will fucking. Having a partner that shares the hard work with you to get through those responsibilities is a powerful asset and easily appreciated. Unfortunately, it's also a natural and organic path to de-emphasizing sex. It's a kind of conditioning that minimizes the significance of connecting sexually.

The inevitable flaw is that when all the other life issues are under control, the focus returns to just the two of you. Once life's challenges and issues are abated your energy and attention are freed up to focus on things you've left unattended. If your sexual compatibility has been de-prioritized over an extended period of time it is difficult to turn around. Attitudes and perceptions have had time to entrench themselves. That makes having an open mind towards anything new or different difficult to embrace.

For people that have always wanted a better or more fulfilling sex life for their entire marriage, whether you're a man or woman, denial is the last thing on your mind because you've felt denied your entire married life. Eventually, for some, that denial continues for those marriages because of a lack of physical function/desire that comes with age. To the person(s) that wanted more, it becomes a regret that if you had known it would be as heavy as it is you would have done something long before.

The people that want denial, or those that are getting the denial they want, obviously have everything they need or want. They have the luxury of being able to play a game with their sex life. They can give up something they HAD for the thrill of it being taken away. This is where the divide is. For those that never had, all they've known is denial. Can you lose (be denied) what you never had? Generally, everybody wants different and exciting. Usually, nobody wants routine, uninspired, expected, and predictable. To me, too much of anything is too much, and prone to being taken for granted. It's a double edged sword with really sharp edges.

I feel fortunate that my wife has recognized the importance of sex in our lives before it was too late. It's clear to me that her attitude, actions and behavior show that priority regarding sex. I'm glad that the days of "that kind of denial" are over. I wish it had of happened sooner but I'm still thankful it's over.

You're right! It takes two to Tango! This is only my observation, nothing more. I know better than to claim being right about anything (except the Tango thing).