Leahaven

[liqueur]

"Tonight is for him, baby. You know that," I said. "You'll have to wait."

Robbie closed his eyes and blew out air through pursed lips like he does when he is experiencing caged torment. I let go of his cage, leaned back against the bed, and opened my legs.

"Give me some goodness before I go," I said. "Just a little bit. Just to get me ready."

I was already soaking wet and swollen. I couldn't have been more ready. Robbie knelt down between my legs and saw how ready I was, and he looked up at me. I gave him a kind smile. All that arousal between my thighs was all for another guy. I curled my finger at him, telling him to get to work, and he did as he was told. His good mouth was so tender and loving.

Wow! I'm loving this more than I can say! Oh, to be in his... well, not shoes. Cage, then.

 

[LeaHaven]

Robbie is such a lucky guy to have you. need to cage myself like him.

I agree

 

[LeaHaven]

Erin did nothing wrong.

Everyone is entitled to their privacy. Whether she was seeing Jack at the time or not is beside the point. Even if she was, she was not obliged to share that information with you anymore than you are obliged to tell your parents that Robbie's cock is caged and you date other men. And when someone asks you a question seeking private information that they are not entitled to have they sometimes put you in a position where your only choice is to lie or to reveal that information because a neutral response is effectively an admission.

For instance, if Erin had asked "are you fucking Jack" and you say "none of your business" or don't respond at all she will naturally infer that you are fucking him. Because if you weren't you would naturally have denied it because of the potential negative implications (cheating wife, workplace trysts, etc.). What would you have thought if when you asked her she had said "none of your business" or evaded the question? Would you not have inferred something from that response? How would you respond if your parents asked you if you were having sex with other men? By asking the question you put her in a position where she was obliged to either reveal information that you had no right to know or lie. Even if she had been lying at that time (which I understand she wasn't) you can't realistically separate that from the fact that she did so in the context of you asking a question, the answer to which was none of your business.

You have already established that you are wary of other people knowing about your sexual activities. And rightly so. No matter what you or any of us think, you live in the real world where negative judgment can have consequences. So, if people who have no right to know about your sexual activity start asking you questions to which a neutral answer would be tantamount to an admission, your only choice is to lie or effectively allow them to violate your privacy. When someone is prying into your personal life inadvertently or otherwise they have no grounds to criticize you for lying to preserve your privacy.

Erin did nothing wrong, I agree, but me asking her if she was seeing Eric was no big deal. I think I actually have a post in this thread describing that very happening (is there a way to search for that?). But, Policywank, I think the way you described such interactions as quoted above does not account for context. And there is a LOT of context between Erin and me. We are best friends. We talk about our sex lives all the time. Our sex lives and our love lives actually ARE each other's business. I mean, what else are we supposed to talk about while eating poke bowls for lunch?

On the other hand, I don't discuss my sex life with my parents, ever, so a comparison there is like jumping into a whole other world. In that situation (context), you are correct, it's none of their business.

 

[Artfan2]

... there is a LOT of context between Erin and me. We are best friends. We talk about our sex lives all the time. Our sex lives and our love lives actually ARE each other's business. I mean, what else are we supposed to talk about while eating poke bowls for lunch?

Hmm, so right now there is a lot for you to talk about, if you're bold enough to broach the subject of Jack and can do it without damaging your friendship.

 

[9to5]

I agree

I do hope that since he got you ready for your date. and got you horny too,
after your date I hope Robbie got a nice reward from you. it might encourage him to prep you for your next date

 

[pntyhseluvr]

When I had my first date with Jack, I told Robbie that I wanted him to help me get ready. So while I was in the shower, he came into the bathroom and waited, leaning up against the vanity in front of his sink, scrolling through his phone. He was wearing only his underwear like I told him to, so he wouldn't get coconut oil stains on his clothes. When he came into the bathroom, I was glad to see my boy doing as he was told, but with him in his boxer briefs, which on this day were red with black seams, stretchy and tight, he looked like a boy.

I turned off the shower and began to towel off, and Robbie set his phone down on the vanity. When I stepped out of the shower, my eye immediately caught sight of the bulge in Robbie's underwear from his cage. I'm not used to seeing a bulge that big with Robbie. What was even more unusual was that the bars and especially the lock were unmistakable underneath the tight, stretchy fabric. It looked cruel and severe, and the word "torture device" passed through my mind.

I loved it. I stared at it to relish my authority. It feels so warm inside to feel that feeling. Robbie looked away, embarrassed.

I had him rub coconut oil all over my naked body, starting with my back. We were both quiet, but insanely aroused. Here was my husband getting me ready for another guy. God! How that thought filled the room! As he was finishing my front, paying particular attention to my breasts, I told him to get a towel. I pulled him out to our bedroom and had him lay the towel down on the upholstered bench at the foot of our bed. I just bought the bench a couple months ago with sex in mind. I sat down and had Robbie stand in front of me. I pulled his underwear down to expose his locked up cock. He was so aroused, even his little penis was bulging out between the bars, but then, I bought the smallest cage they make in that style. It had to be agonizing.

I loved it. I lifted his caged erection and looked up at him.

"Tonight is for him, baby. You know that," I said. "You'll have to wait."

Robbie closed his eyes and blew out air through pursed lips like he does when he is experiencing caged torment. I let go of his cage, leaned back against the bed, and opened my legs.

"Give me some goodness before I go," I said. "Just a little bit. Just to get me ready."

I was already soaking wet and swollen. I couldn't have been more ready. Robbie knelt down between my legs and saw how ready I was, and he looked up at me. I gave him a kind smile. All that arousal between my thighs was all for another guy. I curled my finger at him, telling him to get to work, and he did as he was told. His good mouth was so tender and loving.

But I was so aroused that it only took a minute before I was about to cum. I pushed Robbie's head away.

"Stop!" I said, panting. "I don't want to cum with you. I want to cum with him." I sat up and stroked Robbie's face. "You did good, baby," I said with a smile. "You wait up for me tonight. OK?"

Robbie nodded. "OK."

Holy fucking shit I am dripping precum

 

[LeaHaven]

Travis moves out today.

It was a mutual agreement between him and me. He wants his privacy and independence, and so do Robbie and I. He has grown a lot as a person, and I can honestly say that Robbie and I had a lot to do with that. And according to Travis, his mom feels the same way, too.

I woke up very early this morning, and I came out here to answer some DM’s. After that, I scrolled through a few threads, and I came across one that had a lot of handjob gifs. I had already intended to give Travis a going away treat. I’ve been role-playing the whole “mom thing” with him since he moved back in, and I could see a handjob working well in that narrative.

A little after 6:00 AM he came out of his bedroom and was headed for the shower. I caught up to him and told him I was going to be waiting in his bedroom while he showered. “Don’t take too long,” I told him. I very quietly grabbed some lube out of my nightstand, so as not to wake Robbie, and I waited for Travis on his bed with the door shut.

I’ve never seen a person take a shower so fast, and Travis opened the door holding a light-brown towel around his waist. His cock was already erect and holding the towel out away from him. I took the towel from him and laid it over the footboard of the bed. I sat on the bed, leaning up against the headboard, and I patted the bed next to me. “Come sit,” I said. He did, and I cuddled up next to him and began very gently stroking the length of his cock with my fingertips. I teased him for quite some time, watching him squirm, listening to his heavy breathing. I squeezed some lube into my hand, and I took hold of his cockhead. My thumb moved in slow, loving circles on that perfect spot. Travis let out a long, almost anguished sigh.

“I’m very proud of you,” I told him, snuggled up against him, stroking his cock and his fantasy. “I’m proud of you realizing the mistake you made. I proud of you doing your chores around here like I told you to. And I’m proud of your big cock.”

“You like my big cock.” He said, his eyes watching my little hand pleasure its largeness.

“I do.”

“I done good on everything?”

“You’ve done very good. You’ve been a very good boy this time around. Mom’s going to miss you.”

“I can come visit sometimes.”

“I expect you to.”

His face looked pained, and he turned slowly to look at me.

“Mom,” he said.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

His eyes lost their focus, and he began to look away.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“You cum, baby. You be a good boy and cum for your mom.”

His body jerked, and his cock forcefully ejected a rope of cum. I could feel his cock spasm in my hand. He coated his chest and stomach, and then he fired another long rope to add to the mess. I kept stroking, and he kept cumming, until finally he grabbed my arm to tell me to stop. He sat with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. His toned torso was covered in his own cum. I grabbed the towel at the foot of the bed, and like any good mom would do, I began to clean him off. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I looked at him.

“You made a mess,” I said. With a smile I added, “But it’s a good mess.”

Travis didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, sort of melancholy. His feelings for me haven’t changed.

I cleaned off his chest, his stomach, his cock, and my hand. I rolled the towel up, and set it in his lap.

“Put this in the hamper,” I told him, and I kissed him on the forehead.

I shut the door behind me when I left.

 

[LeaHaven]

I do hope that since he got you ready for your date. and got you horny too,
after your date I hope Robbie got a nice reward from you. it might encourage him to prep you for your next date

Any day I have a date is an NCD for Robbie. He always has to wait until the next day before he is allowed to relieve his frustrations. And I decide when.

 

[LeaHaven]

Travis is moved. There wasn't a whole lot to move from our house, but his parents drove up with a trailer full of his stuff. His apartment is only about 10 or 15 minutes away, and I know he will be around often, because he and Robbie have become very close friends. And Travis likes working on the project car. He wants Robbie to expand his business, and he wants to quit his job and restore cars with Robbie. Robbie and I have talked about his business a lot. The garage is packed to the gills, and he needs a lot more room. Idk what to do about all that.

 

[LeaHaven]

Erin did nothing wrong.

Everyone is entitled to their privacy. Whether she was seeing Jack at the time or not is beside the point. Even if she was, she was not obliged to share that information with you anymore than you are obliged to tell your parents that Robbie's cock is caged and you date other men. And when someone asks you a question seeking private information that they are not entitled to have they sometimes put you in a position where your only choice is to lie or to reveal that information because a neutral response is effectively an admission.

For instance, if Erin had asked "are you fucking Jack" and you say "none of your business" or don't respond at all she will naturally infer that you are fucking him. Because if you weren't you would naturally have denied it because of the potential negative implications (cheating wife, workplace trysts, etc.). What would you have thought if when you asked her she had said "none of your business" or evaded the question? Would you not have inferred something from that response? How would you respond if your parents asked you if you were having sex with other men? By asking the question you put her in a position where she was obliged to either reveal information that you had no right to know or lie. Even if she had been lying at that time (which I understand she wasn't) you can't realistically separate that from the fact that she did so in the context of you asking a question, the answer to which was none of your business.

You have already established that you are wary of other people knowing about your sexual activities. And rightly so. No matter what you or any of us think, you live in the real world where negative judgment can have consequences. So, if people who have no right to know about your sexual activity start asking you questions to which a neutral answer would be tantamount to an admission, your only choice is to lie or effectively allow them to violate your privacy. When someone is prying into your personal life inadvertently or otherwise they have no grounds to criticize you for lying to preserve your privacy.

I think the real point in all this got lost in my hurt feelings. I think the real point is about expectations. Thinking back on it, I don't know why I thought Jack should only be seeing me. But Robbie and I have talked a lot about all this, and for a while there, I thought seriously about running away from this "lifestyle." But it's not like me to quit just because I had a fall and skinned my knees. Besides, as crazy as it might sound, this lifestyle has been the best thing for my marriage.

So instead of turning away, I will embrace it even more.

I've started researching breast implants. Do I need them? No. Do I want them? Yes.

 

[9to5]

I think the real point in all this got lost in my hurt feelings. I think the real point is about expectations. Thinking back on it, I don't know why I thought Jack should only be seeing me. But Robbie and I have talked a lot about all this, and for a while there, I thought seriously about running away from this "lifestyle." But it's not like me to quit just because I had a fall and skinned my knees. Besides, as crazy as it might sound, this lifestyle has been the best thing for my marriage.

So instead of turning away, I will embrace it even more.

I've started researching breast implants. Do I need them? No. Do I want them? Yes.

its great that the 2 of you are embracing this together.
as my thoughts on implants. dont, like me there are a lot of guys that like small boobs. for me A and B are great. if I may ask her or in DM what size are you?

 

[CaptCharles]

Travis moves out today.

It was a mutual agreement between him and me. He wants his privacy and independence, and so do Robbie and I. He has grown a lot as a person, and I can honestly say that Robbie and I had a lot to do with that. And according to Travis, his mom feels the same way, too.

I woke up very early this morning, and I came out here to answer some DM’s. After that, I scrolled through a few threads, and I came across one that had a lot of handjob gifs. I had already intended to give Travis a going away treat. I’ve been role-playing the whole “mom thing” with him since he moved back in, and I could see a handjob working well in that narrative.

A little after 6:00 AM he came out of his bedroom and was headed for the shower. I caught up to him and told him I was going to be waiting in his bedroom while he showered. “Don’t take too long,” I told him. I very quietly grabbed some lube out of my nightstand, so as not to wake Robbie, and I waited for Travis on his bed with the door shut.

I’ve never seen a person take a shower so fast, and Travis opened the door holding a light-brown towel around his waist. His cock was already erect and holding the towel out away from him. I took the towel from him and laid it over the footboard of the bed. I sat on the bed, leaning up against the headboard, and I patted the bed next to me. “Come sit,” I said. He did, and I cuddled up next to him and began very gently stroking the length of his cock with my fingertips. I teased him for quite some time, watching him squirm, listening to his heavy breathing. I squeezed some lube into my hand, and I took hold of his cockhead. My thumb moved in slow, loving circles on that perfect spot. Travis let out a long, almost anguished sigh.

“I’m very proud of you,” I told him, snuggled up against him, stroking his cock and his fantasy. “I’m proud of you realizing the mistake you made. I proud of you doing your chores around here like I told you to. And I’m proud of your big cock.”

“You like my big cock.” He said, his eyes watching my little hand pleasure its largeness.

“I do.”

“I done good on everything?”

“You’ve done very good. You’ve been a very good boy this time around. Mom’s going to miss you.”

“I can come visit sometimes.”

“I expect you to.”

His face looked pained, and he turned slowly to look at me.

“Mom,” he said.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

His eyes lost their focus, and he began to look away.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“You cum, baby. You be a good boy and cum for your mom.”

His body jerked, and his cock forcefully ejected a rope of cum. I could feel his cock spasm in my hand. He coated his chest and stomach, and then he fired another long rope to add to the mess. I kept stroking, and he kept cumming, until finally he grabbed my arm to tell me to stop. He sat with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. His toned torso was covered in his own cum. I grabbed the towel at the foot of the bed, and like any good mom would do, I began to clean him off. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I looked at him.

“You made a mess,” I said. With a smile I added, “But it’s a good mess.”

Travis didn’t say anything. He just looked at me, sort of melancholy. His feelings for me haven’t changed.

I cleaned off his chest, his stomach, his cock, and my hand. I rolled the towel up, and set it in his lap.

“Put this in the hamper,” I told him, and I kissed him on the forehead.

I shut the door behind me when I left.

this got me so hard.. mmm

 

[liqueur]

I've started researching breast implants. Do I need them? No. Do I want them? Yes.

O-oh... If you really want them, who am i (or anyone) to try to persuade you otherwise? Just please, be sure it is what you want, and not because of cultural expectations. I don't even know what size your breasts are— but I have to say it— I'm sure they're perfect.

 

[cascadiabound]

About breast implants: you will do your own research and make up your own mind, but my comments are informed from many years working in direct healthcare, some of which were as a nurse/surgical assistant for a plastic surgeon. While the most skilled surgeons are easily able to achieve aesthetic results for people desiring implants, the result is especially pleasing in terms of how people look in their clothes.
In my opinion the main downside of implants is that they never feel like or truly behave like natural breast tissue. They just don't have the softness or "give" of natural breasts.

If you want larger beasts so you look better/different in clothes, breast implants are a great option. If you want larger beasts so that you can have extra fun sexually, when you are topless, think carefully about it. Your breasts will not be as soft and pliable for a lover to rest their head. Your breasts will move differently when you are physically active. Your breasts, while larger may not be much easier or more satisfying to wrap around a man's cock. You may find you are less comfortable sleeping or lying on your front. That can have consequences for getting massages, sleep positions, sex positions and more.

There are risks, that anyone will include as possible side effects. One possible side effect that I personally would hate to experience is loss or decrease of nipple sensitivity.

I often witnessed the surgeon I worked for encourage women to choose larger implants than they originally said they wanted. Seems like the men who make a living doing breast implants are big fans of larger breasts. A pretty large percentage of those patients expressed to me (not the MD) at the 2 or 6 month post op mark, that they wished they had not gone up so many cup sizes. They were bigger than they really wanted and didn't get the benefits they really wanted in terms of improved sense of self in clothing. They were surprised how difficult it was to find clothing that fit the way they wanted and they had to replace a large portion of their wardrobe.

You do nothing without careful thought so I don't think you will make a choice you will regret.

I don't personally have implants, and maybe others will come along to provide their experiences.

PS. why my spell check hates the word breast and insists on fixing it to "beast" makes no damn sense to me. I think I have corrected this error throughout this post now. I hope!

 

[policywank]

Erin did nothing wrong, I agree, but me asking her if she was seeing Eric was no big deal. I think I actually have a post in this thread describing that very happening (is there a way to search for that?). But, Policywank, I think the way you described such interactions as quoted above does not account for context. And there is a LOT of context between Erin and me. We are best friends. We talk about our sex lives all the time. Our sex lives and our love lives actually ARE each other's business. I mean, what else are we supposed to talk about while eating poke bowls for lunch?

On the other hand, I don't discuss my sex life with my parents, ever, so a comparison there is like jumping into a whole other world. In that situation (context), you are correct, it's none of their business.

I think the real point in all this got lost in my hurt feelings. I think the real point is about expectations. Thinking back on it, I don't know why I thought Jack should only be seeing me. But Robbie and I have talked a lot about all this, and for a while there, I thought seriously about running away from this "lifestyle." But it's not like me to quit just because I had a fall and skinned my knees. Besides, as crazy as it might sound, this lifestyle has been the best thing for my marriage.

So instead of turning away, I will embrace it even more.

I've started researching breast implants. Do I need them? No. Do I want them? Yes.

I do understand your point about context. Nevertheless for me personally I would never accept the premise that anybody - even someone I regard as a close friend and confident - has the right to know everything and therefore the right to feel aggrieved if I choose to keep a secret from them about myself (unless I know that secret affects them).

That said, I also do understand the visceral sense of hurt feelings in the circumstance. I think it comes from the way we are conditioned to see more conventional dating. In that world we expect that people are only dating one person at a time (even if it is not formally exclusive) or if they are dating others there is some distance between them. Dating best friends (especially if they don't know) runs the risk of creating friction or coming between them. Pop culture tells us that by definition that is some sort of betrayal.

As you have already acknowledged, you are obviously no longer engaging in conventional dating patterns. So being upset about Jack dating other people isn't fair. But knowing that in your mind doesn't necessarily mitigate that visceral reaction. As you lean into this lifestyle you might find a larger shift in your outlook. As married women who date I think that we are looking for certain characteristics in a man. Physical and sexual as well as mental and emotional. Things like discretion, maturity and open-mindedness take on heightened importance. So too does variety. We are no longer necessarily looking for that one man, but rather a variety of men each with their own unique appeal. The ones with the greatest appeal are in the minority and so we soon find that just as they are sharing us with other men we are sharing them with other women.

And that can be beneficial, especially if you know other women who are similarly sexually adventurous (be they single or married). This may be a long way off for you, but the prospect of pro-actively sharing men with other women has appeal. Last weekend I hooked up with a guy who travels to my city a couple times a year. When he is here he tries to plan it in a way that he can justify staying the weekend to his wife. Then he spends the whole weekend working out his sexual frustrations with me. He is a certifiable stud and I love it. And given how much time he spends on the road I have no illusions that I am his only side piece. So, I have introduced him to two other friends that live in other cities and now they enjoy his sexual attentions as well.

He even says that having these experiences has helped his marriage because it is so sexually limited and frustrating. Whether that is true or not I do not know. But I do know that the "referral" has led to enhanced sexual pleasure for he and my two friends and they have had occasion to return the favour.

 

[CaptCharles]

I do understand your point about context. Nevertheless for me personally I would never accept the premise that anybody - even someone I regard as a close friend and confident - has the right to know everything and therefore the right to feel aggrieved if I choose to keep a secret from them about myself (unless I know that secret affects them).

That said, I also do understand the visceral sense of hurt feelings in the circumstance. I think it comes from the way we are conditioned to see more conventional dating. In that world we expect that people are only dating one person at a time (even if it is not formally exclusive) or if they are dating others there is some distance between them. Dating best friends (especially if they don't know) runs the risk of creating friction or coming between them. Pop culture tells us that by definition that is some sort of betrayal.

As you have already acknowledged, you are obviously no longer engaging in conventional dating patterns. So being upset about Jack dating other people isn't fair. But knowing that in your mind doesn't necessarily mitigate that visceral reaction. As you lean into this lifestyle you might find a larger shift in your outlook. As married women who date I think that we are looking for certain characteristics in a man. Physical and sexual as well as mental and emotional. Things like discretion, maturity and open-mindedness take on heightened importance. So too does variety. We are no longer necessarily looking for that one man, but rather a variety of men each with their own unique appeal. The ones with the greatest appeal are in the minority and so we soon find that just as they are sharing us with other men we are sharing them with other women.

And that can be beneficial, especially if you know other women who are similarly sexually adventurous (be they single or married). This may be a long way off for you, but the prospect of pro-actively sharing men with other women has appeal. Last weekend I hooked up with a guy who travels to my city a couple times a year. When he is here he tries to plan it in a way that he can justify staying the weekend to his wife. Then he spends the whole weekend working out his sexual frustrations with me. He is a certifiable stud and I love it. And given how much time he spends on the road I have no illusions that I am his only side piece. So, I have introduced him to two other friends that live in other cities and now they enjoy his sexual attentions as well.

He even says that having these experiences has helped his marriage because it is so sexually limited and frustrating. Whether that is true or not I do not know. But I do know that the "referral" has led to enhanced sexual pleasure for he and my two friends and they have had occasion to return the favour.

Mm. That is so generous what a hot way to spread that erotic referral. Yum

 

[SlutAddicted]

I do understand your point about context. Nevertheless for me personally I would never accept the premise that anybody - even someone I regard as a close friend and confident - has the right to know everything and therefore the right to feel aggrieved if I choose to keep a secret from them about myself (unless I know that secret affects them).

That said, I also do understand the visceral sense of hurt feelings in the circumstance. I think it comes from the way we are conditioned to see more conventional dating. In that world we expect that people are only dating one person at a time (even if it is not formally exclusive) or if they are dating others there is some distance between them. Dating best friends (especially if they don't know) runs the risk of creating friction or coming between them. Pop culture tells us that by definition that is some sort of betrayal.

As you have already acknowledged, you are obviously no longer engaging in conventional dating patterns. So being upset about Jack dating other people isn't fair. But knowing that in your mind doesn't necessarily mitigate that visceral reaction. As you lean into this lifestyle you might find a larger shift in your outlook. As married women who date I think that we are looking for certain characteristics in a man. Physical and sexual as well as mental and emotional. Things like discretion, maturity and open-mindedness take on heightened importance. So too does variety. We are no longer necessarily looking for that one man, but rather a variety of men each with their own unique appeal. The ones with the greatest appeal are in the minority and so we soon find that just as they are sharing us with other men we are sharing them with other women.

And that can be beneficial, especially if you know other women who are similarly sexually adventurous (be they single or married). This may be a long way off for you, but the prospect of pro-actively sharing men with other women has appeal. Last weekend I hooked up with a guy who travels to my city a couple times a year. When he is here he tries to plan it in a way that he can justify staying the weekend to his wife. Then he spends the whole weekend working out his sexual frustrations with me. He is a certifiable stud and I love it. And given how much time he spends on the road I have no illusions that I am his only side piece. So, I have introduced him to two other friends that live in other cities and now they enjoy his sexual attentions as well.

He even says that having these experiences has helped his marriage because it is so sexually limited and frustrating. Whether that is true or not I do not know. But I do know that the "referral" has led to enhanced sexual pleasure for he and my two friends and they have had occasion to return the favour.

My wife shares lovers with selected friends. It is quite remarkable really. A guy who makes the cut so to speak can expect to get a lot of sex.

As women have continued to reclaim control of their own sexual activity I expect that we will continue to see this dynamic where the most appealing men will garner the lion's share of sexual activity. The 80/20 rule in which 80% of women want the top 20% of men has always sort of existed, but was very much muted in a world of enforced monogamy and shaming of women who did not comply.

The opposite may be true to a degree as well, but I think that men are somewhat less discerning. In other words, the men who are 9's and 10's will be happy to monopolize the women that are 6's through 10's. But the women who are 9's and 10's have no interest in lesser rated males even if it means that they are sharing the higher rated men. Guys tend to think of this in terms of "fairness", but that is because we still haven't let go of the patriarchy. We have no right to women and they have no obligation to tailor their sexual and gender preferences to us lower rated males.

So, when it comes to access to sex the rules are often different. Guys like me still live in the world where our access to sex is based upon all of the other non-sexual (frequently relationship related) things I can provide. Meanwhile, my wife's most impressive lovers are fucking all the ladies that I lust after but will never get near. It is not incumbent upon women to help us lesser rated men level up. They are entitled to pursue what they want and not spend effort trying to help me avoid the facts of life.

I am speaking here mainly to sexual dynamics. Relationship dynamics can be different. But even then we often see that women seek one type of man for sexual adventure then often settle down with a different type of man for a long-term relationship. The latter man may resent that, but he would do the same if he could. The fact that he does not have access to the same sexual opportunities that she does is just his reality. His choice is to either accept his status or accept a lower rated woman or one who has less interest in sex (then complain later about his lack of sex life). Gone (or at least fading) are the days when men could compel a woman to forego her own sexual exploration and jump directly to enforced monogamy through the use of shame and punishment.

 

[LeaHaven]

Late Sunday afternoon, I was in my office (home) catching up on some work when Robbie came to me. He had a new idea he wanted to propose about us getting a dog. He has been wanting a dog for about a year I guess, and I don’t have a problem with having a dog, I love dogs, but we don’t have a fenced-in yard. Do you know how much fencing costs? It’s crazy expensive!

We’ve had this discussion about a dog like a hundred times. He brought up a completely different angle he was pitching like two weeks ago, and I reminded him then that it’s not in the budget this year. I also told him, since he keeps pestering me about it, that I didn’t want to hear about a dog again before January 1, 2026. “Then we can discuss it,” I said, “not before then.” So on Sunday when he brought it up again, I had heard enough. I sat back in my chair, crossed my arms, and gave him a stern look.

“Robbie,” I said, and I meant every word, “if you bring up a dog one more time before the first of the year, you’re getting a date with Lily.”

His attitude instantly became humble. I looked out the window toward the street. The trash bin was not at the curb.

“Is the trash at the curb yet?” I said.

He turned and walked out of my office. Ten seconds later, I heard the trash bin being rolled up the driveway.

So who is “Lily”?

Lily is my paddle. It’s made of a dark wood, and it’s a little heavy. It’s not as wide as I expected for a paddle, but I learned through use that whoever made it knew what they were doing. If it was wider, the smack wouldn’t be as good. They got the width just right.

I’ve gotten several DM’s about “impact play” and safe words and all that stuff, but I don’t use Lily for play very often. I use Lily to do what paddles were meant to do. To demonstrate authority. And if you’re thinking maybe I diminish my swing a little, you’re wrong. I send Lily to deliver my message with everything I’ve got. It only takes one good whack, and Robbie’s face turns as red as a beet. I LOVE seeing his humiliation. It means I won.

I toss Lily on the bed he's bent over, tell him to put her away, and walk out.

Message delivered

 

[NancyPan]

Just as a spanking from a woman (a Wife) sends an extremely powerful message about who is in charge, a handjob is an incredible reward, as is, of course, the amazing privilege of pussy worship. We need structure, discipline, control, as well as rewards, and I think most of us (us being sexually inadequate submissive males) also need erotic humiliation.

 

[LeaHaven]

Just as a spanking from a woman (a Wife) sends an extremely powerful message about who is in charge, a handjob is an incredible reward, as is, of course, the amazing privilege of pussy worship. We need structure, discipline, control, as well as rewards, and I think most of us (us being sexually inadequate submissive males) also need erotic humiliation.

I think so, too, but with Robbie, it seems like the humiliation comes first and the erotic follows.

 

[LeaHaven]

Last night, Alex and I were texting each other about some possible plans. I was sitting up in bed, and Robbie had already laid down next to me to go to sleep. Alex and I were texting back and forth, and then it reached a point where he said, “I’ll let you know asap.” I waited for several minutes, but there was no reason for me to believe that “asap” meant last night. I set my phone on my nightstand, and laid down to sleep facing Robbie. He tucked his hand in mine,and we laid quiet for a minute or so, and then my phone received a text.

“We’re confirmed,” Alex said, “she’s going to the beach. What time do I need to be there?”

“Perfect!” I replied. “I’ll let you know.”

Alex’s wife is spending Labor Day weekend with some girlfriends at the beach, so Alex will spend the night with Robbie and me on August 31.

I laid down facing Robbie again.

“Alex will spend the night with us on the 31st,” I told him.

Robbie didn’t respond. It was more like he was too quiet.

I reached across under the covers to check, and his little penis was as stiff as a board. He pulled away as soon as I touched him, but too late. I had already confirmed what I had suspected. I couldn’t see him, but I am sure his face turned red. He doesn’t like to admit to anything “cuckold.”

“We’ll clean the house on Saturday,” I said. “You can put fresh sheets on the bed Sunday morning, but put your cage on first.”

Robbie was still quiet.

“Did you hear me?” I asked.

Robbie’s tone was compliant.

“Yes,” he nodded.

I slowly slid my hand across so that Robbie knew it was coming. He didn’t pull away, because he knew that I wouldn’t have been happy about that. I took hold of his stiff little erection, and Robbie let go an anguished sigh. “Ohhh…” Knowing that he was so aroused about my date made me very happy. I could feel myself smiling.

“You’re going to be a good boy, and we’re going to have a good time,” I whispered. I gave his stiffie a squeeze and then I let go and shoved my hand under my pillow to support my head. “I’d like to give him some sort of gift when he gets here,” I said. “Be thinking about what that might be.”

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 

[P0peye]

Last night, Alex and I were texting each other about some possible plans. I was sitting up in bed, and Robbie had already laid down next to me to go to sleep. Alex and I were texting back and forth, and then it reached a point where he said, “I’ll let you know asap.” I waited for several minutes, but there was no reason for me to believe that “asap” meant last night. I set my phone on my nightstand, and laid down to sleep facing Robbie. He tucked his hand in mine,and we laid quiet for a minute or so, and then my phone received a text.

“We’re confirmed,” Alex said, “she’s going to the beach. What time do I need to be there?”

“Perfect!” I replied. “I’ll let you know.”

Alex’s wife is spending Labor Day weekend with some girlfriends at the beach, so Alex will spend the night with Robbie and me on August 31.

I laid down facing Robbie again.

“Alex will spend the night with us on the 31st,” I told him.

Robbie didn’t respond. It was more like he was too quiet.

I reached across under the covers to check, and his little penis was as stiff as a board. He pulled away as soon as I touched him, but too late. I had already confirmed what I had suspected. I couldn’t see him, but I am sure his face turned red. He doesn’t like to admit to anything “cuckold.”

“We’ll clean the house on Saturday,” I said. “You can put fresh sheets on the bed Sunday morning, but put your cage on first.”

Robbie was still quiet.

“Did you hear me?” I asked.

Robbie’s tone was compliant.

“Yes,” he nodded.

I slowly slid my hand across so that Robbie knew it was coming. He didn’t pull away, because he knew that I wouldn’t have been happy about that. I took hold of his stiff little erection, and Robbie let go an anguished sigh. “Ohhh…” Knowing that he was so aroused about my date made me very happy. I could feel myself smiling.

“You’re going to be a good boy, and we’re going to have a good time,” I whispered. I gave his stiffie a squeeze and then I let go and shoved my hand under my pillow to support my head. “I’d like to give him some sort of gift when he gets here,” I said. “Be thinking about what that might be.”

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I can SO identify with what Robbie must feel whenever you fondle his little erection. I know that my penis is extremely small and I've been told that by every woman I've been intimate with. That my erection can be easily held in one hand using just the fingers is so different than when grasping substantial size cock so thick that your fingers can't reach around it. Being an inveterate Cocksucker, I can testify to the appeal of big cocks. I love holding them and I love sucking them even more. My mini member is an embarrassment that I have learned to enjoy. Both my wife and I like making fun of my micro penis. To my knowledge, she hasn't cuckolded me... yet, but I can understand the appeal this must have for your husband. The thought of my wife being throat fucked by some stud with a huge cock, the way that I love having it done to me fuels my masturbatory fantasies.

 

[policywank]

Last night, Alex and I were texting each other about some possible plans. I was sitting up in bed, and Robbie had already laid down next to me to go to sleep. Alex and I were texting back and forth, and then it reached a point where he said, “I’ll let you know asap.” I waited for several minutes, but there was no reason for me to believe that “asap” meant last night. I set my phone on my nightstand, and laid down to sleep facing Robbie. He tucked his hand in mine,and we laid quiet for a minute or so, and then my phone received a text.

“We’re confirmed,” Alex said, “she’s going to the beach. What time do I need to be there?”

“Perfect!” I replied. “I’ll let you know.”

Alex’s wife is spending Labor Day weekend with some girlfriends at the beach, so Alex will spend the night with Robbie and me on August 31.

I laid down facing Robbie again.

“Alex will spend the night with us on the 31st,” I told him.

Robbie didn’t respond. It was more like he was too quiet.

I reached across under the covers to check, and his little penis was as stiff as a board. He pulled away as soon as I touched him, but too late. I had already confirmed what I had suspected. I couldn’t see him, but I am sure his face turned red. He doesn’t like to admit to anything “cuckold.”

“We’ll clean the house on Saturday,” I said. “You can put fresh sheets on the bed Sunday morning, but put your cage on first.”

Robbie was still quiet.

“Did you hear me?” I asked.

Robbie’s tone was compliant.

“Yes,” he nodded.

I slowly slid my hand across so that Robbie knew it was coming. He didn’t pull away, because he knew that I wouldn’t have been happy about that. I took hold of his stiff little erection, and Robbie let go an anguished sigh. “Ohhh…” Knowing that he was so aroused about my date made me very happy. I could feel myself smiling.

“You’re going to be a good boy, and we’re going to have a good time,” I whispered. I gave his stiffie a squeeze and then I let go and shoved my hand under my pillow to support my head. “I’d like to give him some sort of gift when he gets here,” I said. “Be thinking about what that might be.”

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It is great that you involve Robbie in this way. Many people struggle to understand the mind of a cuckold and feel that they must be grudgingly accepting their wife's extra-marital activity. And to the extent that she involves him directly or by telling him about her activities they see that as rubbing it in his face. But the reality is that guys like Robbie are excited by this and are grateful to be involved. They don't just accept it. They crave it even if they are conflicted.

Once they settle into the cuckold mindset the sadistic thrill that their wife gets from engaging in the exquisite sexual "taunting" of her cuckold only adds to the thrill. So, while it is always incumbent upon the wife to know how far she can push her cuckold and how best to manage his interactions with other men the reality is that as long as she is enjoying having him involved he is highly likely to embrace whatever she commands.

It is interesting that he doesn't like to admit to anything "cuckold". But from what you have written he doesn't seek to deny or avoid the thrill that he gets from all things "cuckold" that you have brought into the marriage. Quite the opposite, he has made his excitement clear. Nevertheless, that bit of cognitive dissonance is natural given all that you have told us of his upbringing and the overall societal context of such things. I think it is somewhat like any sexual inclination or orientation that is not broadly accepted by society or those close to us in that there is a natural inclination to avoid the undesirable label even if it is accurate. The truth is clear to him and in time he will stop avoiding the most accurate term to describe him.

I went through this with my cuckold. When he was ready to embrace it (or at least when I thought he was ready) I started using the term to describe him or activities in which we engaged. Just like so much of this dynamic, that became a source of titillation for him. And the fact that I took sadistic pleasure in "forcing" him to embrace it only added to the thrill. I love the way that he (like Robbie) is utterly helpless to deny his response because that little hard dick is as inevitable as Pinocchio's nose. He used to deny it sometimes and when I saw or touched his little hard penis I would mock him mercilessly (in our playful way, not hurtfully) until he admitted in a way that forced him to use the word cuckold. Compelling him to embrace the term (even if just between us) became its own source of stimulation and fun.

 

[NancyPan]

Last night, Alex and I were texting each other about some possible plans. I was sitting up in bed, and Robbie had already laid down next to me to go to sleep. Alex and I were texting back and forth, and then it reached a point where he said, “I’ll let you know asap.” I waited for several minutes, but there was no reason for me to believe that “asap” meant last night. I set my phone on my nightstand, and laid down to sleep facing Robbie. He tucked his hand in mine,and we laid quiet for a minute or so, and then my phone received a text.

“We’re confirmed,” Alex said, “she’s going to the beach. What time do I need to be there?”

“Perfect!” I replied. “I’ll let you know.”

Alex’s wife is spending Labor Day weekend with some girlfriends at the beach, so Alex will spend the night with Robbie and me on August 31.

I laid down facing Robbie again.

“Alex will spend the night with us on the 31st,” I told him.

Robbie didn’t respond. It was more like he was too quiet.

I reached across under the covers to check, and his little penis was as stiff as a board. He pulled away as soon as I touched him, but too late. I had already confirmed what I had suspected. I couldn’t see him, but I am sure his face turned red. He doesn’t like to admit to anything “cuckold.”

“We’ll clean the house on Saturday,” I said. “You can put fresh sheets on the bed Sunday morning, but put your cage on first.”

Robbie was still quiet.

“Did you hear me?” I asked.

Robbie’s tone was compliant.

“Yes,” he nodded.

I slowly slid my hand across so that Robbie knew it was coming. He didn’t pull away, because he knew that I wouldn’t have been happy about that. I took hold of his stiff little erection, and Robbie let go an anguished sigh. “Ohhh…” Knowing that he was so aroused about my date made me very happy. I could feel myself smiling.

“You’re going to be a good boy, and we’re going to have a good time,” I whispered. I gave his stiffie a squeeze and then I let go and shoved my hand under my pillow to support my head. “I’d like to give him some sort of gift when he gets here,” I said. “Be thinking about what that might be.”

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I am not cuckolded, so can not directly relate to that. But, I do very much relate to how Robbie is reluctant to let you know how aroused he is. There are times my Wife requires me to tell Her things that are very humiliating for me to verbalize, such as, “Tell me why you think you deserve to worship pussy,” or “Remind me why I don’t let you put it in me any more.” I have trouble looking at Her as I stand or kneel in front of Her to answer such questions. She has been known to say, “I want you to start over, and this time look at me while you are talking.” She will laugh at how I stammer and my erection quivers as I answer Her.

You have ten days to tease Robbie about what might happen on the 31st, for him to expose his erection to you as he tells you what he imagines might happen, or you tell him about sucking Alex’s cock. So many possibilities for how to maximize his humiliation….

 

[LeaHaven]

I can SO identify with what Robbie must feel whenever you fondle his little erection. I know that my penis is extremely small and I've been told that by every woman I've been intimate with. That my erection can be easily held in one hand using just the fingers is so different than when grasping substantial size cock so thick that your fingers can't reach around it. Being an inveterate Cocksucker, I can testify to the appeal of big cocks. I love holding them and I love sucking them even more. My mini member is an embarrassment that I have learned to enjoy. Both my wife and I like making fun of my micro penis. To my knowledge, she hasn't cuckolded me... yet, but I can understand the appeal this must have for your husband. The thought of my wife being throat fucked by some stud with a huge cock, the way that I love having it done to me fuels my masturbatory fantasies.

You're a hopeless romantic, Popeye. lol

It is interesting how you have come to accept your shortcomings (to use someone else's term) in a sort of erotic way. Maybe even in a positive way from an arousal perspective? If I were not married to Robbie, I don't think I would be able to "see" it, but I accept it for what it is, and I no longer try to make him pretend to be something he is not.