Over the weekend, I engaged in a campaign of conditioning and gentle manipulation of my dear, fairly oblivious husband. I mentally poked and prodded him as I plotted and imagined. I feel not at all guilty about it.
I seem to have no shortage of ideas from correspondents, commentators on this blog, other peoples blogs and reading erotica. I tried a few of the ideas out, not in one long orchestrated, pre-planned way, but lazily as the things occurred to me.
Often, hubby obligingly played the 'straight man' setting up the punchline which I delivered to what seemed an enthusiastic audience. I wonder a bit how much is real and how much is in my head based on my preconceived notions of where my hubby's head is at. (More to the point which head his thoughts are at.)
Each and every comment and action seemed to me (seen through the prism of a rationalizing cuckoldress) tinged with cucky undertones.
Some outright some subtle, some wildly all in my head...
A weird example: Alan was helping with some housework and at one point was on a step-stool, feather duster in hand. From a picture i had seen on a sissy blog, my mind filled in a tableau of the surreal. I pictured him in a black ruffled 'french maid' costume with flared petticoats and a little white apron. In my minds eye I could see the misshapen bulge in his panties as I looked up his skirt. Mind you he was wearing baggy shorts at the time, and not at all attired in such a fashion. Made me think of shopping for a Halloween costume for him...
When he walked in to the bedroom and found me on the laptop, I told him that I had some rather kinky pics for our next porno session, and he needed to step up his game a bit. (The phrase suggested to me in an email was to tell hubby to "man up" and get some real porn on the screen for his part of out 'game' - made me giggle on a couple of levels.) I logged off my id and told him to look for some kinky porn and to aim for "shocking."
"Really??" he said as I looked over his shoulder and made a note of his password (predictable) as he logged in. I gave him some, "alone time" and came back to see he had indeed tried. I later went back through his history to see how his mind was working and he had googled "Kinky Porn". Well he is compliant anyway.
He did indeed find some kinky pics. My favorite that he showed me was a typical bukakke scene with a blond on her knees bathed in cum surrounded by 5 or six cocks. She had an incongruously angelic look of delight at results of her efforts. Not the actual picture he posted, but similar. I found this one here.
I had him vocalize his thoughts about it...I made it clear that I saw the girl as a stand-in for me thought she perhaps was chosen to be neutrally not much like me in age or appearance. I asked him to identify which cock he would be attached to in the scene. pretty interesting discussion. Although he conceded he would feel a little embarrassed to be surrounded by a collection of unsheathed swords, the it would be hot in the heat of the moment. He didn't seem to have a preference as to whether he was fucking her (my) face as others watched, was one of the cocks in her hand or simply jacked off in the background. It's all kind of the same level of hot he said.
I pressed a bit about his imaginings of me in a slutty-wife kind of role..."MILF servicing young guys at a frat party?"..."Hostess hired by middle-aged salesmen at a sales convention?" (Actually have kind of an open invitation of sorts for such a thing)..."Black guys in the back of a pool hall?" Threw that last one out there to both to see whether it generated an opening to bring up "Mr. Black" and to test the theory espoused in that referenced blog about cuckolds ultimate fantasy being size and stereotypically that image best served with a "black bull." He didn't bite on that one way or the other.
Other random bits and pieces of the weekend seemed cuckold related. For example I took advantage of a comment he made about my hosiery hanging in the shower to reinforce the point that I am wearing quite slutty underclothes to work nearly every day. Since the whole thing started with him imagining someone hitting on me at work, I want him thinking about that again.
Imagining me in a utility closet or bent of a desk or whatever. In fact the whole building is wired with a 'Big Brother array of cameras and really no place is safe for so much as a smootch. I actually brought up Derek by name. I left out of course my direct encouragement of him and the conversations he and I have had about it. I made it sound like I had simply noticed his eyes going to my legs from time to time especially when I engage in a little shoe play. I role-played it out a little with my husband sitting at his desk in his office showing how I dip and dangle a shoe. He thought it was hot and expressed how much he thought that Derek must enjoy that. Practically suggested that it would be an effective motivational tool to get the very best out of Derek that way. Derek was always obligingly conscientious about his work anyway, and my distractions are in fact just that and not likely to increase output.
I pushed the theme hard. I dug out my slutty red pumps and teased, If I had the guts to walk in the front door of work with these, "Do you think Derek would like these?" Oh yeah hubby said. He asked a lot of follow up questions that had me describing Derek and his age, my perception of his level of experience and the like.
I can't lead him too far into the murky world I swim in of cuckold blogs without the risk he will stumble here, but that otherwise would be a conversation starter of epic proportions wouldn't it? I recall someone mentioning having bookmarked some sites and realizing that his wife had browsed them. Talk about a hint.
In reality though the only thing that seems to be putting the brakes on a full-on cuckold experience of more or less my choosing is the thought that that would be a really huge genie (possibly a genie wielding a BBC) to stuff back into the bottle. As I have mentioned before also I like having dirty little secrets too it seems....It has been suggested I could still pick and choose which experiences to share and which to keep to myself, but maintaining the image of being not quite daring enough to do it makes the deception the more delicious.
I trolled Ashley-Madison some more this weekend and started up with some possibles. One seems like a good match about locations and availability. He sells real estate and he has had the fantasy of using his free time and access to vacant and semi-vacant homes for devilish delights. He admitted the perilous nature of the consequences of getting caught both inflame him and keep him from acting on it. He said that I seemed like someone he could trust to think on my feet in a near miss situation he envisions. He said he has mostly run into women too scared to try, or so bold they scare him. Little does he know about my recent fascination with close-call public sex.
The other thing I like about his profession is that it is one of the few that I could see plausibly (assuming anything develops between he and I) where I could invite him into our home with hubby right there to give opinions about our home such as what it might be worth and whether moving makes sense. (We would take a bath, but on the other hand we could buy something else equally cheaply..hubby and I have actually talked about it.)
There were probably a lot more discussions and activities this weekend that escape me at the moment but the other one was my again bringing up my slutty co-worker Diana. I had mentioned her in context of saying that she was jealous of Derek's attention to my legs when I mentioned it to her and that she was going to click-click by in some slutty shoes Monday to gauge his reaction. He thought the whole campaign to corrupt Derek was funny-hot. He also encouraged me to take up Diana's invitation to go to happy hour with her like old times. He even offered to get dinner for the kidling at home.
So hubby is going to babysit while I go to a bar with cheap drinks and a known slut as a wing-woman? Can you say cuck-cuck-a doo? Diana hasn't even pushed it at all lately I practically made it up to probe him a bit, but I think I shall. Diana's fake ones (and modestly, my real ones) are men-magnets in a bar. I told him he would have to show up and pry the men off us at some point early - or I can'`t be held responsible for the consequences. He liked that.
I seem to have no shortage of ideas from correspondents, commentators on this blog, other peoples blogs and reading erotica. I tried a few of the ideas out, not in one long orchestrated, pre-planned way, but lazily as the things occurred to me.
Often, hubby obligingly played the 'straight man' setting up the punchline which I delivered to what seemed an enthusiastic audience. I wonder a bit how much is real and how much is in my head based on my preconceived notions of where my hubby's head is at. (More to the point which head his thoughts are at.)
Each and every comment and action seemed to me (seen through the prism of a rationalizing cuckoldress) tinged with cucky undertones.
Some outright some subtle, some wildly all in my head...
A weird example: Alan was helping with some housework and at one point was on a step-stool, feather duster in hand. From a picture i had seen on a sissy blog, my mind filled in a tableau of the surreal. I pictured him in a black ruffled 'french maid' costume with flared petticoats and a little white apron. In my minds eye I could see the misshapen bulge in his panties as I looked up his skirt. Mind you he was wearing baggy shorts at the time, and not at all attired in such a fashion. Made me think of shopping for a Halloween costume for him...
When he walked in to the bedroom and found me on the laptop, I told him that I had some rather kinky pics for our next porno session, and he needed to step up his game a bit. (The phrase suggested to me in an email was to tell hubby to "man up" and get some real porn on the screen for his part of out 'game' - made me giggle on a couple of levels.) I logged off my id and told him to look for some kinky porn and to aim for "shocking."
"Really??" he said as I looked over his shoulder and made a note of his password (predictable) as he logged in. I gave him some, "alone time" and came back to see he had indeed tried. I later went back through his history to see how his mind was working and he had googled "Kinky Porn". Well he is compliant anyway.
He did indeed find some kinky pics. My favorite that he showed me was a typical bukakke scene with a blond on her knees bathed in cum surrounded by 5 or six cocks. She had an incongruously angelic look of delight at results of her efforts. Not the actual picture he posted, but similar. I found this one here.I had him vocalize his thoughts about it...I made it clear that I saw the girl as a stand-in for me thought she perhaps was chosen to be neutrally not much like me in age or appearance. I asked him to identify which cock he would be attached to in the scene. pretty interesting discussion. Although he conceded he would feel a little embarrassed to be surrounded by a collection of unsheathed swords, the it would be hot in the heat of the moment. He didn't seem to have a preference as to whether he was fucking her (my) face as others watched, was one of the cocks in her hand or simply jacked off in the background. It's all kind of the same level of hot he said.
I pressed a bit about his imaginings of me in a slutty-wife kind of role..."MILF servicing young guys at a frat party?"..."Hostess hired by middle-aged salesmen at a sales convention?" (Actually have kind of an open invitation of sorts for such a thing)..."Black guys in the back of a pool hall?" Threw that last one out there to both to see whether it generated an opening to bring up "Mr. Black" and to test the theory espoused in that referenced blog about cuckolds ultimate fantasy being size and stereotypically that image best served with a "black bull." He didn't bite on that one way or the other.
Other random bits and pieces of the weekend seemed cuckold related. For example I took advantage of a comment he made about my hosiery hanging in the shower to reinforce the point that I am wearing quite slutty underclothes to work nearly every day. Since the whole thing started with him imagining someone hitting on me at work, I want him thinking about that again.
Imagining me in a utility closet or bent of a desk or whatever. In fact the whole building is wired with a 'Big Brother array of cameras and really no place is safe for so much as a smootch. I actually brought up Derek by name. I left out of course my direct encouragement of him and the conversations he and I have had about it. I made it sound like I had simply noticed his eyes going to my legs from time to time especially when I engage in a little shoe play. I role-played it out a little with my husband sitting at his desk in his office showing how I dip and dangle a shoe. He thought it was hot and expressed how much he thought that Derek must enjoy that. Practically suggested that it would be an effective motivational tool to get the very best out of Derek that way. Derek was always obligingly conscientious about his work anyway, and my distractions are in fact just that and not likely to increase output.
I pushed the theme hard. I dug out my slutty red pumps and teased, If I had the guts to walk in the front door of work with these, "Do you think Derek would like these?" Oh yeah hubby said. He asked a lot of follow up questions that had me describing Derek and his age, my perception of his level of experience and the like.
I can't lead him too far into the murky world I swim in of cuckold blogs without the risk he will stumble here, but that otherwise would be a conversation starter of epic proportions wouldn't it? I recall someone mentioning having bookmarked some sites and realizing that his wife had browsed them. Talk about a hint.
In reality though the only thing that seems to be putting the brakes on a full-on cuckold experience of more or less my choosing is the thought that that would be a really huge genie (possibly a genie wielding a BBC) to stuff back into the bottle. As I have mentioned before also I like having dirty little secrets too it seems....It has been suggested I could still pick and choose which experiences to share and which to keep to myself, but maintaining the image of being not quite daring enough to do it makes the deception the more delicious.
I trolled Ashley-Madison some more this weekend and started up with some possibles. One seems like a good match about locations and availability. He sells real estate and he has had the fantasy of using his free time and access to vacant and semi-vacant homes for devilish delights. He admitted the perilous nature of the consequences of getting caught both inflame him and keep him from acting on it. He said that I seemed like someone he could trust to think on my feet in a near miss situation he envisions. He said he has mostly run into women too scared to try, or so bold they scare him. Little does he know about my recent fascination with close-call public sex.
The other thing I like about his profession is that it is one of the few that I could see plausibly (assuming anything develops between he and I) where I could invite him into our home with hubby right there to give opinions about our home such as what it might be worth and whether moving makes sense. (We would take a bath, but on the other hand we could buy something else equally cheaply..hubby and I have actually talked about it.)
There were probably a lot more discussions and activities this weekend that escape me at the moment but the other one was my again bringing up my slutty co-worker Diana. I had mentioned her in context of saying that she was jealous of Derek's attention to my legs when I mentioned it to her and that she was going to click-click by in some slutty shoes Monday to gauge his reaction. He thought the whole campaign to corrupt Derek was funny-hot. He also encouraged me to take up Diana's invitation to go to happy hour with her like old times. He even offered to get dinner for the kidling at home.
So hubby is going to babysit while I go to a bar with cheap drinks and a known slut as a wing-woman? Can you say cuck-cuck-a doo? Diana hasn't even pushed it at all lately I practically made it up to probe him a bit, but I think I shall. Diana's fake ones (and modestly, my real ones) are men-magnets in a bar. I told him he would have to show up and pry the men off us at some point early - or I can'`t be held responsible for the consequences. He liked that.
Seems like you are making good progress at least towards hot wife, if not full blown cuck. Of course we are loving the journey
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