brandonremuswiley
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Seven years ago we eloped and were married in our swimsuits by a judge in Miami Beach. In 2012 we renewed our vows and she got the elegant southern wedding she had always dreamed of. From the beginning sex was the heart of our relationship. She had experience, I did not. I had money, she did not. I came from a family that still held every last acre of the original 1759 land grants that straddle parts of two coastal Georgia counties. Her family rented a 2 bedroom house originally built for migrant workers in Plant City, Florida.
Even on our very first date there were subtle signs of the femdom relationship that would develop. My wife has an amazing intellect that is paired with a driving and cerebral sexuality. Sexual manipulation was her native language even in those days. With every passionate exchange between us she seemed to refine her skills. I had been a long time collector of rare books and manuscripts with a special interest in erotica. She read all the kinky old volumes I had collected and urged me to expand my collection.
What had always been for me a source of shame and embarrassment became, in her hands, a central feature of the endless mind fuck that so turned her on. I am cursed with a penis that ranks at the very bottom of the size scale--in the 1st or 2nd percentile. So basically 98-99% of all men have more than I. At first I thought it was no big deal to her. I also thought I would be able to "make up for it" with other things like being a good cunt licker. Now I know that there is no such substitute.
So our femdom thing developed and expanded until around the time of our fist anniversary. She sat between my spread legs while my arms were tied to the bedposts. She was slowly working my cock and asking me questions as she often did, observing my responses, and making whatever conclusions she sought during these extended sessions. That was the first time she asked me if I had ever heard of something called cuckolding.
Well, I hadn't and in a short time I realized that she had been reading widely on the subject for months. A slow transition began to take place so that what had been a purely femdom relationship between us began to morph into an obsession--especially on her part--with cuckolding. At first we played around with it in the swinger community but she was never interested in couples, only guys. We had a few encounters. Some were good, some were not.
Then my wife told me that she had been chatting with a man from California who was coming to south Florida and wanted to have dinner with us. As the date approached they spoke on the phone frequently and I started to worry. She told me--in that same familiar position--that he was coming to sleep with her and she wanted me to watch them. So it happened and we had our first real cuckolding encounter. I could write plenty about that. I had a storm of emotions as the scene played out between them. I roiled with anger, jealousy, regret, excitement, intense arousal, and sexual submission. As a lover, he was every single thing that I am not.
In the weeks that followed my trauma abated and I became assured that my wife still loves me and desires me. And we both fantasized about that encounter and talked about it often and relived it. At some point she began to talk about doing it again. So we did it again with a different guy. Same effect, except my wife became more explicit in her explanation of how it felt to her physically and clearly she desired more of the same. She was changing. I was afraid and tried to put the brakes on, but it was impossible to control her obsession.
So where do we find ourselves at the moment? The extended handjob talks are now all about allowing a man to move into the house or at least onto our property (we have a pool house that is nicely furnished). I don't know when or if this will happen. I don't want it to, but I am aroused by the idea and of course she is well aware of that. I know it is a fantasy of some. I have my doubts if it has ever worked well in real life.
We chat sometimes on yahoo. My handle there is: brandonremuswiley at yahoo dot com.
Even on our very first date there were subtle signs of the femdom relationship that would develop. My wife has an amazing intellect that is paired with a driving and cerebral sexuality. Sexual manipulation was her native language even in those days. With every passionate exchange between us she seemed to refine her skills. I had been a long time collector of rare books and manuscripts with a special interest in erotica. She read all the kinky old volumes I had collected and urged me to expand my collection.
What had always been for me a source of shame and embarrassment became, in her hands, a central feature of the endless mind fuck that so turned her on. I am cursed with a penis that ranks at the very bottom of the size scale--in the 1st or 2nd percentile. So basically 98-99% of all men have more than I. At first I thought it was no big deal to her. I also thought I would be able to "make up for it" with other things like being a good cunt licker. Now I know that there is no such substitute.
So our femdom thing developed and expanded until around the time of our fist anniversary. She sat between my spread legs while my arms were tied to the bedposts. She was slowly working my cock and asking me questions as she often did, observing my responses, and making whatever conclusions she sought during these extended sessions. That was the first time she asked me if I had ever heard of something called cuckolding.
Well, I hadn't and in a short time I realized that she had been reading widely on the subject for months. A slow transition began to take place so that what had been a purely femdom relationship between us began to morph into an obsession--especially on her part--with cuckolding. At first we played around with it in the swinger community but she was never interested in couples, only guys. We had a few encounters. Some were good, some were not.
Then my wife told me that she had been chatting with a man from California who was coming to south Florida and wanted to have dinner with us. As the date approached they spoke on the phone frequently and I started to worry. She told me--in that same familiar position--that he was coming to sleep with her and she wanted me to watch them. So it happened and we had our first real cuckolding encounter. I could write plenty about that. I had a storm of emotions as the scene played out between them. I roiled with anger, jealousy, regret, excitement, intense arousal, and sexual submission. As a lover, he was every single thing that I am not.
In the weeks that followed my trauma abated and I became assured that my wife still loves me and desires me. And we both fantasized about that encounter and talked about it often and relived it. At some point she began to talk about doing it again. So we did it again with a different guy. Same effect, except my wife became more explicit in her explanation of how it felt to her physically and clearly she desired more of the same. She was changing. I was afraid and tried to put the brakes on, but it was impossible to control her obsession.
So where do we find ourselves at the moment? The extended handjob talks are now all about allowing a man to move into the house or at least onto our property (we have a pool house that is nicely furnished). I don't know when or if this will happen. I don't want it to, but I am aroused by the idea and of course she is well aware of that. I know it is a fantasy of some. I have my doubts if it has ever worked well in real life.
We chat sometimes on yahoo. My handle there is: brandonremuswiley at yahoo dot com.
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