Leahaven

I have gotten like 20 dm's asking why I don't want to give oral to Robbie. I have tried to write explanations, but they get long and confusing, and I can't seem to explain how I feel about it. Then I received the dm below, and this person explained perfectly the sort of underlying feelings that I couldn't seem to recognize.

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I will give you my 2 cents here, as I feel more at ease discussing in private, but you are free to make of it what you see better: ignore, debate in public, reply here.

I find it normal, or at least I am not surprised, that you're not keen on giving your husband oral sex, but perhaps it's better to write sucking your husband's cock, because in my opinion that is an act of submission, at least in principle (think of your lowered position when you practice it, your lover's hands may be on your head, even forcing you to receive more than just the sucking part of the cock) and your relationship with your husband sees you dominating, not submitting.

I also find normal that you would be interested in sucking someone else's cock, the right guy (I think you said): you don't come across as a dominant woman in general, you're just that with Robbie ... and showing yourself to Robbie as sexually submissive to another guy turns out to be the finest level of domination over your own husband.

This all belong to our subconcious, of course.
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I will also add that I don't find Robbie's cock to be all that "attractive." I mean, it gets hard and all, but it is kind of smooth and soft looking, and it would be easy to put it all in my mouth. I know all that is terrible to say, but that's how it is. I guess I fantasize about something more daunting (?), imposing (?)
 
I am always thinking about that, but I am waiting for "good opportunities." I am also trying to keep from locking him up all the time. It is so arousing, it's addictive. I am trying to pace myself, but I am not sure how successful I will be.
There may come a time when you choose to keep him caged for weeks at a time. Only letting him free when YOU not he wants
 
Actually, I just got off the phone with her. She said she felt it was inappropriate to give "another man" my number. I said, "Why didn't you just ask me?" She said, "Because I knew you would say it was ok." **eyeroll**
She obviously doesn't trust your judgment on appropriateness between sexes
 
I am always thinking about that, but I am waiting for "good opportunities." I am also trying to keep from locking him up all the time. It is so arousing, it's addictive. I am trying to pace myself, but I am not sure how successful I will be.
ok with not keeping him locked all the time, but keep increasing the time he is in and in time he will want be be locked up more for you
 
I need to stop coming out here, but I am so horny I can't concentrate on work. Not to mention, Travis keeps coming into my office (I am working from home today) and interrupting me. If he were not here, I would call Robbie in here and tell him to service my ache and make it go away so I can get some work done! I want to pull Robbie into our bedroom and shut the door, but Travis would know what is going on.

Do you ever get so horny you can't concentrate? It happens to me all the time! God, it is making me crazy today!
 
I need to stop coming out here, but I am so horny I can't concentrate on work. Not to mention, Travis keeps coming into my office (I am working from home today) and interrupting me. If he were not here, I would call Robbie in here and tell him to service my ache and make it go away so I can get some work done! I want to pull Robbie into our bedroom and shut the door, but Travis would know what is going on.

Do you ever get so horny you can't concentrate? It happens to me all the time! God, it is making me crazy today!
Default condition.
 
I need to stop coming out here, but I am so horny I can't concentrate on work. Not to mention, Travis keeps coming into my office (I am working from home today) and interrupting me. If he were not here, I would call Robbie in here and tell him to service my ache and make it go away so I can get some work done! I want to pull Robbie into our bedroom and shut the door, but Travis would know what is going on.

Do you ever get so horny you can't concentrate? It happens to me all the time! God, it is making me crazy today!
Send Travis on an errand that will take an hour. Get your needs met gf!
 
I have gotten like 20 dm's asking why I don't want to give oral to Robbie. I have tried to write explanations, but they get long and confusing, and I can't seem to explain how I feel about it. Then I received the dm below, and this person explained perfectly the sort of underlying feelings that I couldn't seem to recognize.

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I will give you my 2 cents here, as I feel more at ease discussing in private, but you are free to make of it what you see better: ignore, debate in public, reply here.

I find it normal, or at least I am not surprised, that you're not keen on giving your husband oral sex, but perhaps it's better to write sucking your husband's cock, because in my opinion that is an act of submission, at least in principle (think of your lowered position when you practice it, your lover's hands may be on your head, even forcing you to receive more than just the sucking part of the cock) and your relationship with your husband sees you dominating, not submitting.

I also find normal that you would be interested in sucking someone else's cock, the right guy (I think you said): you don't come across as a dominant woman in general, you're just that with Robbie ... and showing yourself to Robbie as sexually submissive to another guy turns out to be the finest level of domination over your own husband.

This all belong to our subconcious, of course.
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I will also add that I don't find Robbie's cock to be all that "attractive." I mean, it gets hard and all, but it is kind of smooth and soft looking, and it would be easy to put it all in my mouth. I know all that is terrible to say, but that's how it is. I guess I fantasize about something more daunting (?), imposing (?)
Thank you for sharing your journey lee. Reading this it seems to me you're a size queen and Robbie wants to be cuckolded. You and Robbie both might just completely exploded sexually if you were to submit to a well endowed man in front of Robbie.
Personally I have enjoyed being on both ends of the dom/sub spectrum. Sometimes sexuality in complex And many things at once.
 
Thank you for sharing your journey lee. Reading this it seems to me you're a size queen and Robbie wants to be cuckolded. You and Robbie both might just completely exploded sexually if you were to submit to a well endowed man in front of Robbie.
Personally I have enjoyed being on both ends of the dom/sub spectrum. Sometimes sexuality in complex And many things at once.
When I read you saying that I am a "size queen," I wondered, "Why is this person calling me fat?" LMAO!! And then I searched the term. So I learned a new term today!

Am I a size queen? Maybe, but that is not exactly what I was thinking when I wrote what I wrote. (I have to think about how to explain this.)

All my life I have tried to be the person my parents want me to be. They have always talked of sex as sinful and wrong and degrading. I know they were trying to protect me, but they went too far, and now I find myself trying to figure out "What does Leah want? What does Robbie want? What is best for my marriage?" At this point, I am not completely sure, but I know this. I don't want "mild" anymore. In fact, I want to go in the opposite direction. I want to step my way toward "bad." I want that insane sexual tension like I felt that first day Robbie wore a cage. I want it again and again. I want to experiment with all the things Robbie and I might find exciting. I want to experience all those "pleasures of the flesh" I was always told are the most sinful.

Will I ever experience these fantasies? I don't know, but if I do, I want them to be absolutely pornographic. Size plays well into that scene. At least that is what it looks like in my head.
 
With all due respect Ma'am,

(Sorry, I wear a cowboy hat too lol, but I'm also naturally submissive towards women whom I respect, and you've already earned mine based on the journey you've shared here, and how you've handled it so far... but I digress.)

You're clearly the Queen of your own castle—the Mistress of your mansion as it were—and both of the males currently living under your roof clearly acknowledge that.

So if you need some "alone time" with Ronnie, just tell them that. You're already in charge. Ronnie knows it, and if Travis doesn't know it outright already, then he no doubt feels your energy running the household.

In the privacy of his room or bathroom in your home, Travis is almost certainly taking his own male needs in hand (pun intended) as the urge strikes him, so he'll get it. Adults want/need sex, and married couples need privacy for that. Nothing new there.

I know that maybe it sounds complicated on the surface to risk feeling disruptive to the new male energy dynamic in your house. But we males are a stupid lot sometimes (okay maybe more than just "sometimes") but we really do want to be good boys if we just know what it really is that we're expected to do.

In a typical male-led household this would probably be resolved by you stamping your foot at Ronnie, and then Ronnie apologetically communicating to Travis that "Hey dude, sometimes I need some alone time with my old lady. You know how that goes, right?"

But that BS isn't necessary in your modern day enlightened female-led marriage. If I were you I'd sit them both down on the sofa or in chairs—while you remain standing above them—and tell them both at the same time:

"Hey guys, I don't want this to get too awkward, and Travis we really enjoy hosting you here, but if this is going to work out for more than a week or so we really need to figure out a system where Ronnie and I can be alone for some personal time too. No offense intended Travis. I'm glad to have you here, but we're going to need some personal space too."

They'll both blush. Ronnie because you're leading the conversation instead of him, and Travis because he feels awkward and doesn't want to disrupt your household. But from what you shared previously, I can promise you that both men want to please you if only they know how to do it.

So show them.

That's what would work best with me anyway. My life story has been a long lesson of learning that, lol. 😂

Just my two pesos...
Thank you for that well thought post. It was very nice to read.

After I posted my post, I realized that I was, once again, falling back on my conservative fears and shyness. I know I have to push myself past my comfort zone, and once I thought of that, the idea that Travis would know what was happening in our bedroom took on a whole new perspective. The more I thought of it, the more I kind of liked it. I will not be so shy next time. I won't try to be quiet either.
 
When I read you saying that I am a "size queen," I wondered, "Why is this person calling me fat?" LMAO!! And then I searched the term. So I learned a new term today!
God, could you get any cuter 😀
In fact, I want to go in the opposite direction. I want to step my way toward "bad." I want that insane sexual tension like I felt that first day Robbie wore a cage. I want it again and again. I want to experiment with all the things Robbie and I might find exciting.
I love this, and you’re lucky that you discovered this relatively early in your adult life and have the guts to pursue it. Just bravo.
 
I have an idea, but I am not sure how far I will push it.

Travis flirts a lot. He started out cautious around Robbie, but in a week he has learned that not only does Robbie not care, but he plays along. So Travis' flirting has gotten bold. Yesterday, the three of us went out for lunch and to run some errands. When we would get out of car and walk into a store or in the store or something, Robbie would always hang several steps behind me and Travis, and Travis was always right up next to me. At one point, in the Target, Travis and I were laughing at greeting cards together, and Robbie was standing on the other side of the aisle pretending to look at hair care (?) when it was obvious he was really watching us. I saw Travis notice the situation. He looked at Robbie across the way, and then he looked at me to gauge my reaction. I didn't let on to anything.

I am thinking about playing this up to see how Robbie reacts. I am not going to hit on Travis or anything, but Erin is always telling me I need to "kick it up a notch," talking about my manner of dress. I thought maybe I would do just that...kick it up a notch. When I work from home, I don't put on any makeup unless I have a call. I usually pull my hair back, and sometimes I don't even get out of my sleep shirt until lunch time.

So now comes the hard part. How do I even say this?

In middle school, I joined the track team and became one of the best sprinters. I ran the 100, 200, and 400 meter events all through high school and for my first two years of college. Sprints build a lot of muscle, and so, I don't mean to be boastful or anything, but if I am going to get "compliments" about one of my physical features, it will be my rear end. Because of that, when I wear leggings in public, I always cover up. I don't want to look like some tease who is trying to titillate guys. At home I don't worry about it, but I do cover up now that Travis is here. I am thinking about not covering up. Robbie will not know this is coming. I will get my nails done in advance (actually, I did that yesterday morning), and when I get up that work-from-home morning, I will put on full makeup and some nicer leggings. I will be walking around the house in a way that is a far cry from a sleep shirt and no makeup.

You are probably thinking this is the mildest, silliest thing you've ever read, but you have to understand. Robbie will know it is way beyond "kick it up a notch" for me. He will also know that I never did this until Travis showed up. I just want to see Robbie's reaction, and to be totally honest, if Travis likes it, what's to complain about that?

I know I am being vain right now, but I am looking for a way to push past my comfort zone this week and see what is on the other side. It is easy to write about it. I do not know if I can go through with it when the time comes.

To be honest, this is not so original an idea. When we went to the Christmas party at Jack's house, I wore a fitted, red sequined dress. Erin helped me pick it out, and it was way beyond any kind of dress I ever owned before. I was very nervous walking into Jack's house, but when I did, he was just past the foyer talking with another couple. He glanced our way to see who was coming in the door and when he saw me, he did a double take. God, I can't tell you how good that made me feel! When we got home, and I was getting undressed in my closet that night, I thought about how elegant I felt all evening. I felt desireable and beautiful. When I remembered the way Jack did a double take, I began to cry. All my life I have downplayed the woman I am. All my life I have been cheated out of simply enjoying my own beauty. All my life I have been afraid to be "sexy." It was a night I will never forget.

Now I am crying again.

I know all this probably sounds stupid, but I just want to experiment a little. I just want to see what comes of it.
 
I have an idea, but I am not sure how far I will push it.

Travis flirts a lot. He started out cautious around Robbie, but in a week he has learned that not only does Robbie not care, but he plays along. So Travis' flirting has gotten bold. Yesterday, the three of us went out for lunch and to run some errands. When we would get out of car and walk into a store or in the store or something, Robbie would always hang several steps behind me and Travis, and Travis was always right up next to me. At one point, in the Target, Travis and I were laughing at greeting cards together, and Robbie was standing on the other side of the aisle pretending to look at hair care (?) when it was obvious he was really watching us. I saw Travis notice the situation. He looked at Robbie across the way, and then he looked at me to gauge my reaction. I didn't let on to anything.

I am thinking about playing this up to see how Robbie reacts. I am not going to hit on Travis or anything, but Erin is always telling me I need to "kick it up a notch," talking about my manner of dress. I thought maybe I would do just that...kick it up a notch. When I work from home, I don't put on any makeup unless I have a call. I usually pull my hair back, and sometimes I don't even get out of my sleep shirt until lunch time.

So now comes the hard part. How do I even say this?

In middle school, I joined the track team and became one of the best sprinters. I ran the 100, 200, and 400 meter events all through high school and for my first two years of college. Sprints build a lot of muscle, and so, I don't mean to be boastful or anything, but if I am going to get "compliments" about one of my physical features, it will be my rear end. Because of that, when I wear leggings in public, I always cover up. I don't want to look like some tease who is trying to titillate guys. At home I don't worry about it, but I do cover up now that Travis is here. I am thinking about not covering up. Robbie will not know this is coming. I will get my nails done in advance (actually, I did that yesterday morning), and when I get up that work-from-home morning, I will put on full makeup and some nicer leggings. I will be walking around the house in a way that is a far cry from a sleep shirt and no makeup.

You are probably thinking this is the mildest, silliest thing you've ever read, but you have to understand. Robbie will know it is way beyond "kick it up a notch" for me. He will also know that I never did this until Travis showed up. I just want to see Robbie's reaction, and to be totally honest, if Travis likes it, what's to complain about that?

I know I am being vain right now, but I am looking for a way to push past my comfort zone this week and see what is on the other side. It is easy to write about it. I do not know if I can go through with it when the time comes.

I know all this probably sounds stupid, but I just want to experiment a little. I just want to see what comes of it.
I think that this is a great idea. Lots of women wear leggings in public. I see women wearing them every time I shop for groceries. It's very sociably acceptable in many places. Many women look good in them, especially women with toned and shapely legs and butts. I'll bet you get a lot of looks when you wear them.

Since Travis likes to flirt, I'm sure that he loves it when you flirt back. Starting out fairly subtly is a good way to test the waters. Perhaps you can start out with leggings that aren't too revealing and then get bolder if that goes well.
 
While "kicking it up a notch" in a way to express your confidence and sexuality is a great thing ( accentuate your best features ) just remember that having two horny and frustrated men in your home will also send your own desires into overdrive so have a plan ready for getting Travis out of the house so you can take advantage of Robbie.
 
While "kicking it up a notch" in a way to express your confidence and sexuality is a great thing ( accentuate your best features ) just remember that having two horny and frustrated men in your home will also send your own desires into overdrive so have a plan ready for getting Travis out of the house so you can take advantage of Robbie.
I have vowed that I will not send Travis out of the house. I will tell Travis to "excuse us, please," pull Robbie into our bedroom, and I will have my fun. At least, that is what I have told myself. Do you think that is going too far?
 
I have vowed that I will not send Travis out of the house. I will tell Travis to "excuse us, please," pull Robbie into our bedroom, and I will have my fun. At least, that is what I have told myself. Do you think that is going too far?
I myself think it is perfect
 
I have vowed that I will not send Travis out of the house. I will tell Travis to "excuse us, please," pull Robbie into our bedroom, and I will have my fun. At least, that is what I have told myself. Do you think that is going too far?
Lea if that's what YOU want and if that's what YOU are comfortable with then that it what YOU need to do. YOU are the one in charge.
 
Very quickly.... <--- (That was this morning. I had to close the window in a hurry, but now it is lunchtime, so I'm back! This happens all the time.)

I ordered some leggings from Amazon. I have leggings of course, but I want some that Robbie will know are brand new....like I bought them just for Travis' sake. They should arrive tomorrow. I work from home on Thursday. I am already getting a little anxious/nervous.

From a dm question let me say that I never have a problem with dm's. My only point earlier in this thread was that sometimes I think I have replied and I haven't. If I have not replied in a few days, please send me a reminder.

In a another dm, someone asked, "Did you ever figure out what Robbie needs to do to make up for his electric bike purchase?"

I did. I use the popular 50/30/20 budget rule, so I told Robbie he would need to go on a purchasing "blackout" until his budget catches up, or he could get a side job to make the extra money. He was working at that time, so I knew the side job was not realistic, so he had to opt for the blackout. I also told him he had to clean all the windows in the house, inside and out, and also that I was giving him five NCD's. "NCD" is a term I made up when we were having sex one night. It stands for "No Cum Day." It does not apply to just any day. An NCD only counts when he is not allowed to cum after he has given me an orgasm. He still has 3 left to go. He never knows when I will invoke an NCD. Last time it happened, he was still on the floor between my legs waiting for me to come down from my orgasm. I gently stroked his hair, and said, "Hey baby, remember the e-bike?"

He was like, "No way, Leah, come on. Not tonight."

"Oh," I replied, "are you really hard and aching?"

"Yes! I'm hard as a fucking rock!"

"Good. I like that. It makes NCD's so much better for me." I told him to get in bed, we were going to sleep. He complained he would not be able to sleep, as he always does. When we got under the covers, I grabbed hold of his erection just to gloat. "Poor baby," I said, then I gave it a pat and with a smile, I added, "Goodnight."

Ok, I have to go eat. Have a nice day everyone! I will try to get back in here later today.
 
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