Grooming my Cuck...

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.

Dueling Porn

I do like the 'instant alibi' of being able to tell hubby brightly, "Oh don't look...I'm surfing for porn for the next dueling porn session,

I was surfing cuckolding blogs at the time and he grinned and backed out of the room. Of course then I had to find some porn to water down the cuckolding theme a bit. Then I thought, why not push it a little..I mean we know he likes the idea of slutting his wife out.

I went to yuvutu and just clicked a few videos to get an idea of the theme. I bookmarked a few that seemed promising and decided I would watch them cold with hubby. I mean porn is porn....

I selected a couple with "deepthoat" in the title, (always a crowd favorite, am I right?) a couple of threeway looking ones that were mfm..a video with babysitter in the title to push him on the theme we had discussed the other day, then went back to finish my actual surfing. When he poked his head in to see if I was 'ready' I beckoned him to sit by me. I closed out Firefox which dumped everything I was actually doing, (love that feature) and then started pulling up the bookmarked clips.

One of the clips was very cuckold looking...wifey in this clip was fucking a black man and he was , naturally true to stereotype... the white guy on the clip was mostly playing with her boobs and stroking her hair, very cuck-old-y don't you think.

I watched him sitting there transfixed at the video and had all kinds of evil ideas.

It got me thinking about the genre and my experiences and something I never got around to talking to hubby about.

Later, taking the advice of an anonymous comment about laying the groundwork to reveal some or all of my activities to my probably receptive hubby, I worked in some hotwife angle into a story I spun for him in bed.

We were listening to the country station and that song Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off. I stage whispered in his ear.."Did I ever tell you about the time Diana had me doing Tequila shots at the bar?" Diana - I don't know if I mentioned - is the resident party girl at work. I used to go to happy hour (before my promotion) with a whole bunch of people but the party revolved around her. I run into her from time to time and hubby always says I should take her up on the happy hour offer..perhaps I shall soon...anyway back to our story.

So I make up a story of Diana jiggling her implants to the jukebox and drawing all the attention our way. How surrounded by a group of her admires I get jostled and groped, and forget for just a minute I am married and find myself making out in a dark corner. I tell of groping fingering and how I barely escaped with my virtue but not with my panties. He was quite hard for the story. I wanted to finish the story with, "So I went into the men's room with him where he hoisted me onto the counter and fucked me while his friends cheered him on...but I just didn't have the guts.

Ass, Taking His.

I thought of the title like if it happened what would the labels for this post be?

His ass isn't entirely virgin mind you. His ass has fooled around like a nervous slut out on lovers lane in the dark probing around and deciding how far she will go...

He goes limp of body, but not of cock when it is probed with a tongue..

Usually that is accompanied by a past or fantasy tale of my (limited) experience and (growing) desires for probing a tight but willing, familiar to my fingers, but not as much to my tongue gentle configuration that I own but cannot reach.

I have done, "the shocker" mid fellatio, but its not much of a shock to have a finger gently inserted and curved up if you have been stroking his perineum and balls and circling his tight little pink rosebud with a fingertip.

I even once ruined a fairly fresh set of french tips deliberately trimming off the ends on my middle and index fingers in anticipation of finger fucking him, before he was even home from work. (This is some time ago when my only extra-marital kinks were online and a male friend confessed how much he loved when his girlfriend fingered his prostate and how he was embarrassed to ask for it. I fucked hubby that night in solidarity of my friends desire who got off repeatedly he told me later on the email I sent about it.)

So like I say, not a virgin, and potentially my husband could turn into a hot little anal slut...

Jumping that chasm though is daunting even when I have measured the distance and am sure of my footing on the other side.

I am going to try and find the picture I had saved then deleted when I chickened out showing it to him...following is the fantasy I had in the shower imagining how it would go...since it was fantasy I conveniently had a strap on and harness in the bedside table in easy reach when he was mentally and physically primed to accept the assault on his tight little ass. The fantasy from the shower:

~~~~~I emerged from the steam of the shower. I rubbed my smooth, bare body vigorously with the soft towel and wrapped it around me. I positioned it high, modestly covering my breasts, but letting my ceeks nearly extend below the hem...

Stealing his pillow and adding it to mind I propped myself on the bed positioning my ass towards the end of the bed. "Come here.." He eagerly did of course.

"I have a picture at the end of the slide show that made me want to try a position..Let me show you why its hot...put my legs over your shoulders, and look into my eyes...as you slowly enter me.."

His eager, rigid cock finds my slit and wet with fantasy, and a little soapy shower fingering (gonna regret that!) it slides right in.

"That's nice, but not what I had in mind." ......"Take my ass, gently but firmly...take your pleasure.."

Slack-jawed, eyes glazed he pulls his cock out of my wet cunt drippping with my desire....(Ok that sounded like pad romance novel..gotta clean up that line)

Pressing my resisting hole, he hesitates, I urge. "Take it!"

He eases it in. First the head, then a bit more, then at length, the whole length. Each gentle probe, I push back and envelope a little more, until it is snugly, firmly encased in my tight, gripping, slutty hole...

I like that word in this context..

He pulls back but not out...my grip holds and his 'assfucking' consists of my unyielding ass stroking the inside of his cock with the skin of his cock held in place in the tight walls of my tight ass...~~~~

~this portion of the fantasy I accomplished but not in this context..it was in the cheerleader babysitter fantasy where I had prepped her with a good tongue fucking and held her and reassured her as he eased his cock into her tight little untested asshole...he almost came immediately from the description more than the ass fuckery- I think~

~~~~ In fantasy I talked to him about how good it must feel to drive a hard cock into a tight ass, to take it to own it..to make it beg for more....

I paged through the pictures turning my head slightly to see the progress of the pics anticipating the final one..describing the scenes, what made it hot..the kinky thoughts it made me consider...

"I explained...isn't it anal play hot from this angle, looking into my eyes, seeing me fear then accept the pressure...?" gaining his assent....fingering my self, fast little circles on my clit...probing with a couple, licking off the cream..."I can't WAIT for my turn.." as I reach the final picture. "Trade me places.."~~~~

I gotta get a feel-doe ordered.

His and Her Porn.

I had very lurid fantasies in the shower as I soaped and probed and cleaned and shaved everything smooth in the shower. All about his reaction and mine when he saw the pics I had selected especially a couple I had selected...the one here was one of several I knew he had already seen of my surfing and was the most tame in the series..you have to look to realize she is wearing a harness and that he is probably impaled on the shaft of her 'cock'. I need to look and find the Tumbler I saw this on both to give credit and so you can see what he was surfing following behind me.

Hot stuff. I did show him this, after I had him sit, naked in my lap, my laptop on his knees. I was reaching around stroking him. I said, I want to be your hands while you get off to some porn! I controlled the progression of pictures he paged at my direction. I wish I had more time to set it up, we jerked (so to speak!) from frame to frame from one disjointed fantasy to another me whispering hoarsely in his ear what it was he was to see and fantasize about in each one...

I had a VERY vivid imagining of where this was going to lead, and had a final shot ready loaded in the last (30th-ish?) picture. I chickened out though and stopped mid stroke and mid fantasy and told him to show me his que.

Even that, while hot, was disappointing...he help me in his lap but I wanted him touching me fingering me, violating me with his hands and his kink.

His pics were safe choices...cute girls, but not airbrushed perfection...a couple of PTA mom looking amateur shots were interesting and I wondered if they were selected because they were to not make me feel like I had to compete? I don't know probably over thinking.

Noticed nothing in the whole "Girls Gone Wild", "Hot Co-ed", "Slutty Cheerleader", "Naughty Babysitter" genre. I even asked him about that, He shrugged and explained honestly that he tends to avoid that area more as our daughter ages towards those ages...said he'd hate to find himself wondering about her friends in those ways..actually pretty interesting conversation in a non-sexy way.

I eventually had to take things in hand so to speak and began masturbating for him as he turned the pages..that was hot, but me masturbating for him isn't new , really..

We had a good time and agreed to "dueling porn" in the future.

Downside is we have decided this 'our' porn computer. and even with compulsive hand washing style vigilance to clearing cash and shutting down and having it set to automatically log out to demand a password I am paranoid of posting from this...

I did push his buttons in a good way with a little made up babysitter story I told him when we finally put the laptop aside and fucked in earnest.

I told of us hiring a college girl short on tuition...her explaining it was babysitting or stripping, and she mostly objected to the stripping lest she be seen...led to her doing some dancing for us, then staying over for instruction not offered in her major's syllabus....pretty penthouse forum stuff but hot to push him a little.

Anyway I want to write up the fantasy of what SHOULD (maybe will?) have happens if I had shown him the hentai picture of little Kewpie looking into little johnny's eyes as he lay on his back, knees up taking the whole length of her strap-on up his tender, but willing ass.

~by the way~ what is it with Japanese hentai with the submissive male with the MASSIVE cartoon cocks...WTF? Kinda out of scale for the scene? maybe cultural? somebody explain that please?

Fuck..Fuckety Fuck...that was close!!!

I got sloppy. I was supposed to leave the old laptop at work, but I was looking at some tumbler sites and wanted to surf through them more at home so I took it home. And left it on the counter when I went to the grocery store.

Hubby's computer in his home office has been dead he mostly uses one at work, but sometimes uses the family computer on the little built-in desk in the kitchen...Kid was on it, he saw the old laptop..(It was out oldest but he got a better one for school and I took it over recently..)

I brought a couple of bags in and asked Kid on the computer where dad was and she pointed towards bedroom..I opened the door and there he was on the bed with it in his lap. He JUMPED and blushed and tried to close the lid then stopped and mumbled something about "didn't mean to..."

Apparently he wanted on the computer and daughter was on, he noticed the laptop..(he'd forgotten we had it) He said he didn't know I used it. Hadn't meant to snoop, said he just back arrowed a couple times to many and saw something and got caught up..

"I didn't mean to invade your privacy...." he said guiltily...

I was thinking fast wondering what he saw and what he would think..shit, shit, shittety shit!

"It's just I saw a couple of pics and it looked hot and I got caught up...."

"Hot, huh?" I fished around a little..."Like what part?" ..."I have been in a kinky mood lately as you know, and you know I have never been shy about porn...its just that other than that cheesy crap in hotel pay-per-view, we just don't watch it together, right? So I'm embarrased, but just a little"

"Look, I'll log you off here."

"That's OK, look why don't you go catch a shower, give me a little privacy, I'll pick out some porn I like that I think you'll find hot too, then while I get my shower you can do the same and we will compare notes?"

"Really?" ~delighted~

"Sure.. Now scoot!"

As SOON as th bathroom clicked I was delving into history..WHAT did he say..What does he know...??????

I saw that mostly he had at random picked through the tumbler pages a friend had sent me...mix of arty and some fem-dom stuff, some anime. The sequence was out of order so he had fished around had clearly looked through history and snooped...

In what looked like a quick flicking through of old history he had apparently brought up THIS blog, but I was logged off so it didn;t stand out as mine. He didnt page through more pages on this blog which he would have if he's caught on it was me..so I breathed a huge sigh of relief...

I reactivated one of the kid's accounts and renamed it "Alan" (well actually his real first name..and made the main one "Marjorie"

I just grabbed some images, some random porn, BJ shots a couple of bondage shots, mostly pretty plain..I included a couple of Anime including one with the little Japanese guy stroking his monster cock while the little kewpie went at him with a strap-on...

I dumped all the history, cache, made Mozilla the main browser...

Barely finished when the shower turned off...

He came out.....I handed him the laptop.

"There, I made us separate accounts so we don't accidentally freak out at each other's kinky stuff!...Now, pick us out some porn..."

I came out after a long, hot, stress-relieving shower..it got cool as the water ran out, probably needed that...

Then it got interesting....