Leahaven
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I have no idea if they have talked, but I don't think I would like Robbie telling people the intimate details of our sex life. Not even Erin knows about the cage, and while I like Travis, I don't know him as well as I know Erin.
cascadiabound
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Trust your instincts on this. You can't unshare things with people.
If I am discussing a private issue with Erin, it is because I am hoping she can help me solve a problem. The cage is not a problem, so at this point, I can't imagine me ever bringing up the cage. But you know the old saying, "never say never."
This is very true!
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Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Oh gosh, thank you! I will look at the thread. I really appreciate you letting me know.You're amazing Miss. Your story, your growing sexual confidence, how you're acting on it—and how you're taking the initiative to lead the men in your life along with you—is truly fascinating and inspiring to follow.
Thank you so much for continuing to share it with us despite all of the other things in your life that must be competing for your limited time and attention.
(I keep thinking, "Wow, when does this amazing super-woman actually ever sleep?" But then I remember that you're not cooking, cleaning, and shopping these days, lol.)
Anyway, at the risk of piling more onto your already full plate, if you have the time and interest in reading some real-life first-person erotica on the topic discussed above, I think you'll find the story linked below both on-point and highly arousing. I think Robbie probably would too.
The link below is to a cuckolding forum thread where the wife "Jennifer" wrote it in real time, much like you've been sharing your story here. I only just found that thread as I was trying to find a way to share their story with you.
I originally came across the edited e-book version of her story while randomly downloading a variety of FLR erotica to read on a recent vacation. (I have it in both epub and PDF format, if you're interested.)
I may have originally been projecting you and Robbie into this story unintentionally while reading it, because I was reading both simultaneously, but that was before Travis entered the picture in your household.
Now, after reading your post above, I feel I have to share it with you now... even if you choose not to go down that rabbit hole.
How I Got Started, by Jennifer Allen
"My husband Matt became a cuckold during the week of our first anniversary.
We got married during our senior year in college. Neither of us were very worldly. We went to a small liberal arts college in the Midwest. We started dating when we were sophomores.
We made love for the very first time exactly one year to the day after our first date. Both of us were virgins.
Sex for both of us was less than spectacular. Matt is not particularly well endowed. His penis is about five inches.
I don't think that would have mattered so much if he hadn't been a one time wonder. Matt was good for one erection a night. When he was done fucking me, he would roll over and immediately fall asleep. Unfortunately, I was usually just starting to get excited when he was finishing.
Sex quickly became a source of frustration for me. I turned into one of those women who viewed intercourse as a duty rather than a pleasure.
About five months after we were married our sex life had a small awakening..."
How do I have time? I don't have as much time as I wish. There is so much more I want to tell you all, but it is all I can do to post what I get posted. Sometimes I don't post for a couple of days. And I want to apologize to everyone for the quality of my writing. I know it is really bad, because sometimes I come back and read what I wrote, but when I write my posts, most often I am keying as fast as I can. I almost never have time to edit anything. Sometimes I work on a post in bits and pieces using a text editor on the side, but while that may improve the quality, it does not increase the quantity.
One of the things I wanted to write about was that this past weekend, Robbie's mom called him while we were out. She is very upset with him for quitting his job and being a stay-at-home husband. I won't go into details (I want to, but I don't have time), but I know the call was a little embarrassing for him in front of Travis. But it got the three of us talking about our parents. My parents don't like Robbie not working either, but my dad does not call me very often, it's always my mom. My dad is the bitch in our family, so since he does not call, I get a break. Travis' parents are model parents, and I told him that his mom is super chill. I always liked her.
When Robbie was on the phone with his mom, she was sooo upset that her son was doing the cooking and cleaning and laundry etc. Parts of that conversation Travis and I could actually hear, and I heard his mom say, "She's running your life!" I thought to myself, "I am, and I have your son's cock locked up right now too!" I told Robbie later, and we got a good laugh out of it. But I asked him if he wanted to stop being my good boy. He replied, "Never."
LMAO!!
I almost forgot...
I really appreciate the questions and comments I receive in this thread and in dm's. I don't always know what I should post about, so the questions and comments help me stay on topic for what people out here might want to know.
Btw, we learned this weekend that Travis is not 19 years old. He is 20. He was held back in the 3rd grade. I never knew that! He says he always considered himself to be the dumb kid from that point forward. Another whole story right there.
On Friday, from the window in my office, I saw a homeless woman walking down the sidewalk next to our building, and I thought about the situation. Across the busy boulevard to her right is a shopping center where people buy Ferragamo shoes and Burberry bags. To her left was my employer, who provides financial services to the ultra wealthy. And there she was homeless.
God, what a fucked up world this is.
I really appreciate the questions and comments I receive in this thread and in dm's. I don't always know what I should post about, so the questions and comments help me stay on topic for what people out here might want to know.
Btw, we learned this weekend that Travis is not 19 years old. He is 20. He was held back in the 3rd grade. I never knew that! He says he always considered himself to be the dumb kid from that point forward. Another whole story right there.
On Friday, from the window in my office, I saw a homeless woman walking down the sidewalk next to our building, and I thought about the situation. Across the busy boulevard to her right is a shopping center where people buy Ferragamo shoes and Burberry bags. To her left was my employer, who provides financial services to the ultra wealthy. And there she was homeless.
God, what a fucked up world this is.
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i think that sounds good in fantasy but probably a bit early in reality.
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yes it could be going to fast and wouldn't want to jeopardize the friendship between the 3 of them.
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I agree with that. However, it is the control part that helps ensure one is not viewed merely as an object because control is substantially derived from a mental and emotional state, not merely physical. If a man sees himself as in control he may (but also may not) see us simply as objects. But it is more difficult (and arguably not possible) to see us as only an object when he regards us as in control. And those that struggle to accept the level of control we can exercise tend to naturally remove themselves from our orbit, leaving the men who accept and often revel in our control and submitting to it.
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I concur with this. Might have even had a babysitter fantasy when younger
naughty_stories
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No reason to ever bring it up outside of your marriage unless you want to. That includes Travis.
It's easy to share but impossible to unshare. Plus once information is out in the wild you have lost control over who gets it.
It has been an interesting day for texts. I unlocked Robbie's cage last night, and he took it off. This morning I received a text from him that said, "I feel 10 lbs lighter."
Lol!!
Travis started his new job today, and he texted me too. "Am I a dependent?"
"No," I replied, "put 0's on everything."
A little while later he asked, "What's PTO?"
"Paid time off."
I had to be on a call, so it was an hour or so before I looked at my phone again.
"Do I need disability insurance?"
"Do I want to be in their 401k?"
I replied, "Bring it all home, and we will go over it tonight."
After I sent the text I realized I had used the word "home." It made me wonder if Travis might think I was being presumptuous.
Lol!!
Travis started his new job today, and he texted me too. "Am I a dependent?"
"No," I replied, "put 0's on everything."
A little while later he asked, "What's PTO?"
"Paid time off."
I had to be on a call, so it was an hour or so before I looked at my phone again.
"Do I need disability insurance?"
"Do I want to be in their 401k?"
I replied, "Bring it all home, and we will go over it tonight."
After I sent the text I realized I had used the word "home." It made me wonder if Travis might think I was being presumptuous.
I have to tell you about Sunday night, when I took Robbie's cage off (it was preceded by an argument over a potato peeler...lol), but I have to tell you about last night, first. I don't have time to write about Sunday night right now, so if I forget to post an update about Friday night, someone please remind me.
Last night after we ate dinner and cleaned up the kitchen, Travis and I sat next to each other at the kitchen table and went over all the company benefits for his new job. Robbie went out to the family room to play games. It took Travis and I a good while to cover everything, since he doesn't know anything about this stuff. Once we were done, we sat at the table and talked for quite a while. I found out that he is 6'4" and weighs about 220lbs. I told him that I am 5'1" and he said he didn't believe me. He said, "I think you're shorter than that."
"I am not!"
He asked how much I weigh, and I told him I wasn't going to tell him that. He said, "Do you even break a hundred pounds?" I looked down at my lap.
"With these thighs?" I replied. "Yeah."
"You're a peewee," he said. I told him that was easy for him to say. He's a giant. But I am small, that is true.
He told me he was kind of scared to come stay with us, because he remembered me as a "kind of a strict baby sitter."
"I was not!"
"Yeah," he said, "you kinda were. But it's ok, cause you were the hottest baby sitter"
"Yeah, in the opinion of a 9-year-old."
He laughed, and as his laugh began to subside, he looked at me. Slowly, his smile kind of faded and he held my gaze. He was looking at me in a way to express deeper feelings. My heartbeat began to quicken, and I thought to myself, "Oh gosh." I didn't know what to say or how to act. He looked over his shoulder to the family room where Robbie was, and then he turned back to me and asked, "Do you like being married."
"I do."
"You don't miss dating? Seeing other guys and stuff like that."
"I didn't do any dating. Robbie's the only guy I've ever dated."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Hmm," he said, his face puzzled, "do you regret that you never dated other guys?"
I shrugged and said, "Sometimes I wonder what might have been with other people." I did not tell him that yes, I actually do regret it. I don't think anything different would have come of it, but I would have enjoyed the experiences.
Once again, Travis held my gaze, but this time, I held his gaze right back. He looked down briefly, and then he returned his eyes to mine. "Sometimes I wonder about other people, too," he said, and he looked me in the eye. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour. His point made, he started collecting the paperwork on the table, formed it into a stack, and then he turned to me. In a calm and sincere tone, he said, "Robbie's a lucky guy."
"Thank you."
"Thank you for all your help," he said. "And thank you for letting me stay longer, but I won't stay any longer than I have to."
"Don't worry about that Travis. We like having you here, and I would like to help you be as prepared as possible before you leave."
"I like being here," he replied. "A lot." He stood up, paperwork in hand, and he started out of the kitchen, but he stopped and looked back.
"Would you do me a favor?" he said. "Would you wear those leggings again for me?"
I smiled, nervously, a little shocked at his request and replaying the words, "for me" in my head. I was afraid he would want an answer then, but he turned and walked out.
I remained sitting in the kitchen for a while, not sure what to think about what just happened and what to do about his request.
Last night after we ate dinner and cleaned up the kitchen, Travis and I sat next to each other at the kitchen table and went over all the company benefits for his new job. Robbie went out to the family room to play games. It took Travis and I a good while to cover everything, since he doesn't know anything about this stuff. Once we were done, we sat at the table and talked for quite a while. I found out that he is 6'4" and weighs about 220lbs. I told him that I am 5'1" and he said he didn't believe me. He said, "I think you're shorter than that."
"I am not!"
He asked how much I weigh, and I told him I wasn't going to tell him that. He said, "Do you even break a hundred pounds?" I looked down at my lap.
"With these thighs?" I replied. "Yeah."
"You're a peewee," he said. I told him that was easy for him to say. He's a giant. But I am small, that is true.
He told me he was kind of scared to come stay with us, because he remembered me as a "kind of a strict baby sitter."
"I was not!"
"Yeah," he said, "you kinda were. But it's ok, cause you were the hottest baby sitter"
"Yeah, in the opinion of a 9-year-old."
He laughed, and as his laugh began to subside, he looked at me. Slowly, his smile kind of faded and he held my gaze. He was looking at me in a way to express deeper feelings. My heartbeat began to quicken, and I thought to myself, "Oh gosh." I didn't know what to say or how to act. He looked over his shoulder to the family room where Robbie was, and then he turned back to me and asked, "Do you like being married."
"I do."
"You don't miss dating? Seeing other guys and stuff like that."
"I didn't do any dating. Robbie's the only guy I've ever dated."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Hmm," he said, his face puzzled, "do you regret that you never dated other guys?"
I shrugged and said, "Sometimes I wonder what might have been with other people." I did not tell him that yes, I actually do regret it. I don't think anything different would have come of it, but I would have enjoyed the experiences.
Once again, Travis held my gaze, but this time, I held his gaze right back. He looked down briefly, and then he returned his eyes to mine. "Sometimes I wonder about other people, too," he said, and he looked me in the eye. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour. His point made, he started collecting the paperwork on the table, formed it into a stack, and then he turned to me. In a calm and sincere tone, he said, "Robbie's a lucky guy."
"Thank you."
"Thank you for all your help," he said. "And thank you for letting me stay longer, but I won't stay any longer than I have to."
"Don't worry about that Travis. We like having you here, and I would like to help you be as prepared as possible before you leave."
"I like being here," he replied. "A lot." He stood up, paperwork in hand, and he started out of the kitchen, but he stopped and looked back.
"Would you do me a favor?" he said. "Would you wear those leggings again for me?"
I smiled, nervously, a little shocked at his request and replaying the words, "for me" in my head. I was afraid he would want an answer then, but he turned and walked out.
I remained sitting in the kitchen for a while, not sure what to think about what just happened and what to do about his request.
naughty_stories
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Sounds like someone has a major crush
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oooh...there is no rush...stay calm...Travis can simmer a little, whilst you think how to proceed ! ;-)
You know you have his full attention.
I'm sorry, I can't help it! lol
I want to wear them, but I am not sure what I might be getting myself into. I can't decide if I should put on the brakes or go with the flow
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I think they meant Travis has a crush on you. Not vice versa. Still, this response is so cute.
