“Cookie’s plan was to have Chuckie suck Big John’s dick, but she figured she would have to sternly order him to do so. What happened next surprised Chuckie as much as it surprised Cookie and Big John. Chuckie reached up . . . → Read More: Cuckie Chuckie and Cookie part4]]>

Here’s what was happening when we last left new cuckold Chuckie and hotwife Cookie:

“Cookie’s plan was to have Chuckie suck Big John’s dick, but she figured she would have to sternly order him to do so. What happened next surprised Chuckie as much as it surprised Cookie and Big John. Chuckie reached up and took that big dick in his hands and wrapped his cocksucker red lips around the head, before licking up and down the long, thick shaft, as if it were an ice cream cone!”

Cuckie Chuckie was born to be a cocksucker; he realized that now. Mmmm, his panties were already wet and he couldn’t seem to make himself stop licking, sucking, and worshiping that big, beautiful, black cock. Finally, Chuckie felt those bulging veins start throbbing and that big black head swelling up, preparing to spew forth a white-hot load of jizz. He was ready; he wanted it all.

After Big John came in Chuckie’s mouth, Cookie ordered him to keep sucking so he would stay good and hard, and when the time was right, guide that back black cock right into her pussy. My but Chuckie was so excited at that though, he almost creamed his panties! He had no idea it could be this exciting!!

Doing as he was told, Chuckie positioned himself in a chair right beside the bed and watched the action. He so wanted to stroke his cock… wait… he couldn’t say cock… he wanted to rub his clitty while he watched. But Cookie had given him strict orders to keep his hands off. Finally, Big John and Cookie had the most intense orgasm at the exact same time; Big John leaving her full of creampie for Chuckie to eat.

Stay tuned for the next installment of Cuckie Chuckie and Cookie to see what happens next!

Until next time, cuckies-

-Empress Hunter

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As planned, Cookie brought Big John home on Saturday night. Before she left, she left strict instructions with Chuckie to sit near the phone. She . . . → Read More: Cookie Turns Chuckie Into a Cuckie]]>

When we last heard from hotwife Cookie, she was making erotic plans to introduce Big John to Chuckie the following weekend. And introduce, she did!

Chuckie Becomes a Cuckie

As planned, Cookie brought Big John home on Saturday night. Before she left, she left strict instructions with Chuckie to sit near the phone. She told him that when she called, she expected him to go upstairs, read the note on the bed and do everything it said.

Chuckie who was reading the newspaper, didn’t pay much attention to what she said, but when he looked up, he saw his hot wife ready to go out for the evening. When he asked why she was dressed so provocatively, she told him she would explain later; Chuckie just nodded his head, gave her a kiss goodbye, and went back to reading the paper.

Chuckie Gets Ready

Cookie called Chuckie about a half an hour before she would be bringing Big John home and told him to go upstairs and follow the instructions on the note. Being the obedient husband Chuckie was, he went upstairs and opened the bedroom door to see pink panties and bra and black garter belt an stockings laying on the bed. His first thought was that Cookie was trying to spice up their sex life, so she would be putting them on when she got home.

As you might imagine, Chuckie’s first thought was WRONG! The note ordered Chuckie to put on the bra, panties, stockings and garter, and then to drop to his knees and wait. The note also ordered Chuckie to put on three coats of the lipstick that was laying there. The shade was cocksucker red, which both excited and scared Chuckie, but he was a good boy and did as he was told.

Hotwife Brings Home Bull

Chuckie was waiting obediently on his knees, wearing pretty pink panties and bra with stockings and garter belt and cocksucker red lipstick, when he heard Cookie pull in the driveway.

Stay tuned to see what happens next!

Until next time,

Empress Hunter

Meet Cuckie Chuckie. Cuckie Chuckie is a good looking suburban husband with a high paying job and a hotwife on his arm. On the surface, any man would admire Chuckie. After all, he’s atractive, has a terrific job, and is married to a horny hot wife who fucks his brains out every night. . . . → Read More: Meet Cuckie Chuckie]]>

Meet Cuckie Chuckie. Cuckie Chuckie is a good looking suburban husband with a high paying job and a hotwife on his arm. On the surface, any man would admire Chuckie. After all, he’s atractive, has a terrific job, and is married to a horny hot wife who fucks his brains out every night. Right?

Wrong. Cuckie Chuckie is a creampie eating slut whose hot wife cuckolds him every chance she gets! How did that happen? Read on.

Cookie’s Compromise

Cuckie and his wife Cookie had been married for two years when Cookie decided it was time to have a talk. You see, on the wedding night following an old-fashioned courtship, Cookie had been supremely disappointed to find out that Chuckie was sporting only a little sprout of a prick between his legs. She tried to mask her disappointment by telling him her tears were because she was overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of finally being married to her true love, and being the attractive and popular guy that he was, Chuckie believed that to be the case.

That is, until two years later, when Cookie, tired of faking orgasms and feigning interest in Chuckie’s miniature member, could take it no longer and finally gave him a clue. Cookie tried to be gentle, explaining that she still loved Chuckie, his money, and all he could provide for her, but she no longer had any interest in ever touching his puny pee pee again.

As you might imagine, Chuckie was devastated and wondering how he could possibly go on with his life… until Cookie proposed a compromise.

Cookie the Cuckoldress

Stay tuned to read more about Cookie’s Compromise and find out how Cookie became a Cuckoldress….

Catch you next time, cuckies-

Cuckoldress Hunter

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I want to start telling you about the other man in my life, Jordan.  However, I think it would be most suitable if I outline the events of the first time Seth and I had a cuckold experience before discussing how things came to be with my darling Jordan.

Jordan has been . . . → Read More: The first time]]>

 

I want to start telling you about the other man in my life, Jordan.  However, I think it would be most suitable if I outline the events of the first time Seth and I had a cuckold experience before discussing how things came to be with my darling Jordan.

Jordan has been in our lives since last May, and before him I’d only had a few casual relationships since Seth and I started exploring cuckoldry.  To be quite honest, when we started wading into the possibility of  me bedding other partners, my initial idea was that from time to time Seth and I would swing with other couples.  (what’s fair is fair, right?) In fact, the first time I was with another man outside of our marriage, it was with an old college friend of Seth’s from out of town who was visiting us.  He and his wife came by for dinner one evening before heading back to California.   Seth and I knew that they were into couple swapping, and we even fantasized together about what it would be like if I was with Dan and he was with Carrie a few nights beforehand and got ourselves so worked up we fucked like minx.

Anyway, we enjoyed a delightful dinner of grilled marinated steaks, potato salad, corn on the cob.  It was the fourth of July weekend.  There was a lot of sexy talk and flirting, the occasional pat on my bottom by Dan and Carrie was quite uninhibited as she plopped herself right onto Seth’s lap after dinner while we were sitting out on the deck in our yard.  Carrie and I had been downing vodka and teas while the boys had their beer.  Dan brought out some pot and we decided, what the hell….it really started to feel like college all over again!  We then started playing some goofy drinking game and things were moving along rather smashingly until poor Carrie (who I hadn’t realized was a light weight when it came to alcohol) got sick.  She ended up passing out upstairs leaving me with Dan and Seth, and what appeared to be an awkward twist in our plans for the night.

I was feeling really worked up sexually.  Dan is an artistic type who works as a film editor and has a very laid back demeanor.  He and Seth shared an apartment during their freshman year in college before Dan transferred to UCLA.  According to Seth, Dan was definately the wild child.  Dan is of Cuban and French descent, and everything about him embodied hot-blooded male.  With jet-black wavy hair, hazel eyes, full lips that easily broke into a grin only to reveal perfect white teeth that contrasted so nicely with his deep brown skin–its easy to see how Dan had no trouble meeting females.  Seth told me that living with Dan was like living with a porn movie director….there used to be a parade of women coming in and out of their apartment at all hours, and Dan used to get the ladies to do all sorts of things on film for him and then show off clips to their buddies.  I know….kind of lewd, but that was then.   There was just something so raw, fierce and flawless about Dan and the attention he had been giving me throughout the evening only served to entice me more.  

But poor, sick Carrie was now out of the equation, so where did that leave us?  I thought the chance to engage in my first passion-filled night of swinging and debauchery had come and gone.  But apparently Dan was fixated on what we had so delicately but poignantly began earlier.  He asked Seth if he minded if he kissed me.  Seth said no.  I was sitting on the couch next to my husband and Dan stood up from the chair to the right where he was seated and came to the couch, kneeling in front of me.  I’ll never forget that hungry look in his eyes, the way he appeared before me, on his knees in an almost vulnerable state.  I glanced at Seth who looked on approvingly.  Dan then leaned forward, his hands in mine, pulling me toward him slightly so that we met halfway.  His kisses stirred my heart and a few other parts of my anatomy.  I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as his tongue probed softly in and around my mouth.  His hands reached out and he cupped my breast over my tank top.  I was breathless and anxious and I never wanted the feeling to end.  I nervously looked over at Seth again, who was smiling and in a cozy voice, he nudged, “Go on Liv”.

Dan and I went into the guest room then where we made love for the next couple of hours.  I didn’t feel comfortable about having sex right in front of Seth that first time, especially since Carrie was unable to partner up with him.  Somehow, Seth was fine with all of it and later confessed that he had jerked off repeatedly while listening to Dan and I fuck in the other room.  I remember feeling guilty for a few weeks after this experience, as it was originally supposed to be  a mutually agreed upon night of swinging for both Seth and myself.  It was also really strange getting used to the idea that I had sex with a man who was not my husband.  I didn’t feel ashamed for what I did, but things were occasionally awkward for us those first few weeks after my night with Dan.  We talked about it and obviously worked through it and happily, we discovered that Seth was more turned on than ever knowing another man had his cock inside of his wife and he wanted me to tell him everything about Dan over and over again while we once again, were fucking like minx.

How did we get here?  How did we decide that a Cuckold Life was one that would work for us?  A few folks have asked inquired about the “how’s”.   Funny, these questions haven’t ever really and truly been pondered by Seth and myself  since the shift from vanilla to cuckold . . . → Read More: Awakening to lure of cuckoldry]]>

How did we get here?  How did we decide that a Cuckold Life was one that would work for us?  A few folks have asked inquired about the “how’s”.   Funny, these questions haven’t ever really and truly been pondered by Seth and myself  since the shift from vanilla to cuckold marriage. 

Let me preface by saying that it wasn’t as if one day, we awoke and turned to each other and said, “How about a cuckold relationship?”  Seth will tell you that he already was submitting to me long before I started dating other men, and while I have always been the more dominating one in our relationship, Seth is not some mindless moron!  He is an astute and successful businessman and as he mentioned in his post the other day, his job is very demanding and he carries a lot of clout in his industry.  Its ironic, because even as I have a thriving and respected practice in the medical community, I have often considered working in the medical field to be one which has the tendency to strip away self-empowerment from its practitioners.  Dealing with third party insurance woes, being restricted in scope of practice through state and government regulations and rules, and making a career out of essentially helping people doesn’t exactly sound like the ideal job description for a dominant woman.

This is why I think our marriage works.  Each of us seeks balance from the other.  Both Seth and I have two seemingly polar personas in the public and private theater of life.  When all is said and done at the end of the day, we like to switch the public lights off and become lost  our private, dark, exciting and erotic world of D/s and cuckold experiences.  I need to be able to take total control over my  husband, not in an angered or agitated way, but rather because I spend so much time during my regular day accomadating the system, the insurance companies and my patients that I crave the opportunity to have it all done in exactly the way I want it done.  Without this piece in the puzzle that is my life, I would have a hard time staying sane.

Seth and I have had our ups and downs, we are really not so different from any couple in a long term relationship, other than we practice cuckoldry.  I propose that ours is a healthier relationship in many ways, especially since I am very open with Seth about the men I date.  Instead of sneaking around cheating like so many married spouses will do, Seth knows exactly who I am with and when I will be seeing him and most likely what I will be doing.  There is no need for deception. 

So I don’t think there was this exact moment when we could say that we knew for sure cuckolding would work for our relationship.  It started out as fantasy talk several years ago.  We had rented the movie “Eyes Wide Shut” and were discussing the very hot scene in which Tom Cruise’s character is consumed with thoughts of his wife (played by his then real life wife, Nicole Kidman) being fucked by another man.  As Cruise’s character spirals into a jealous rage, he  wanders the night and finds himself entering a seductive and mysterious world of sex games. Strangely, a conversation about voyeurism rather than cuckoldry evolved between Seth and I.  I admitted to Seth I sometimes fantasized about being watched when having sex.  This excited him greatly! 

That summer, we went on a camping trip with two other couples; Tina and Jim, who we had known for years and Shelly and Jon, a couple we had only recently become acquainted with through Jim.  We were sitting around a campfire the night before we were to return home and naturally the booze was flowing.  Shelly and Jon were a naturally affectionate couple and both quite attractive.  Jon reminded me of the actor who played Aiden on “Sex in the City”–John Corbit (who I had always had a crush on!) Shelly was sweet, blond and had a great sense of humor. 

As we all chatted and joked around the campfire, I noticed some interesting movements taking place underneath the blanket Shelly and Jon had thrown across themselves.  They were lying in a semi-spooning position facing the fire, with Shelly in front of Jon.  At first I wasn’t sure, but I then I was convinced Jon’s hands were all over Shelly  underneath that blanket.  She was squirming a bit in the glow of the fire, occasionally sighing softly.  We were sitting directly across from Shelly and Jon and before long, I knew he had his fingers inside of her.  It was all I could do to remain calm as I sat next to Seth, who I was pretty sure was on to what Jon was doing to Shelly in our presence.  I couldn’t help myself–seeing those two in such a sexually charged state was having quite an effect on me too.  I could detect waves of heat and arousal travelling throughout my body, and soon enough, my pussy was beginning to throb as I imagined Shelly’s was at that same moment. 

The kicker was that all six of us were sharing one cabin on this camping trip and all I knew was that I had to have sex with Seth that night, somehow, some way.  As soon as we straightened out the site and put out the fire, Seth and I wandered off into a wooded area to start a fire of our own!  He too, was very aware of Shelly and Jon’s moment of exhibition earler and was just as turned on by them as I was.  We found a spot a few hundred feet away from the cabin and I leaned over a large boulder style rock so Seth could fuck me doggy style under the starry July night sky.  We were so hot for each other and totally unaware of anything other than the need to give in to pure animal lust. 

We were so oblivious, that just before Seth orgasmed inside of me, I looked up and could faintly make out the outline of a figure, or two in the shadows, about 20 feet away.  Instead of being startled or telling Seth to stop, I felt even hotter and I smiled and ground my hips harder against him as he pumped his cock inside of me, not caring who was watching and in fact, wanting them to see every moment of our unbridled passion.  As Seth groaned and emptied his sperm in me, I looked up again and this time was able to make out the blond ponytail that was unmistakingly Shelly’s.  Shelly and Jon, who were the reason Seth and I got so worked up that night, were now witnessing the very erotic effect they had on us!  Nothing was ever said by Shelly nor Jon about that night, but from that moment on, I knew a long-lasting fetish was born in me.  Performing in front of another was even sexier than I had ever fantasized.  Later I admitted to Seth that Jon and Shelly were watching us fuck in the woods and a big grin broke across his face. 

“Liv, do you know how fucking hot it is to show you off like that?” Seth unabashedly asked me.

Oh, I knew exactly how hot it was.  And so it was in that moment I believe  the early stirrings of the appeal of cuckholdry began to awaken in the both of us.

Olivia is the light of my life, there is no question about this.  My willingess to become her cuckold husband is rooted in my intense love and devotion for her.  Its just that simple.  I could analyze our cuckold relationship to pieces and even overpay some shrink to tell me that the . . . → Read More: In Seth’s Own Words: A cuckold husband speaks]]>

 

Olivia is the light of my life, there is no question about this.  My willingess to become her cuckold husband is rooted in my intense love and devotion for her.  Its just that simple.  I could analyze our cuckold relationship to pieces and even overpay some shrink to tell me that the reason I participate in a fem-dom marriage has something to do with unresolved angst for my mother or some such nonsense.  One thing I have learned as I have become older is there are some things in life that are not meant to be disected. 

Those people who know of my role as a cuckold husband often question my sanity.  Other people have simply cut themselves out of my life because they see what Olivia and I do as disgusting, immoral and it most certainly goes against just about every marriage vow there is!  When I attempt to explain that my participation in cuckoldry is the most meaningful gift a husband can give to his wife, eyes roll, jaws drop and heads violently shake from side to side.  I want others to understand that being a submissive husband is not a sign of a weak man.  Rather, it is just the opposite.  It takes a very strong hearted man to concede and step aside while another men enjoys fucking his wife.

Olivia is the kind of woman any man would die for.  I realize this seems biased, but this woman has continued to astound me for the past 15 years!  She is not only a natural, breathtaking beauty with her long, curly auburn hair, wide, doe-brown eyes, silky porecelin skin and seductive pouty mouth, but she is one of the most brilliant persons I have ever known.  Her physical beauty will draw you in, but it is her mind that will truly captivate you.  Sometimes she is wicked, other times she is the picture of logic and rationality; but all it takes is five minutes in her presence and you will know fully and completely that you have come face to face with a real-life Goddess.  She can talk with anyone about anything, make you feel as though you are the only person in the world or devestate you with her aloof and majestic demeanor.  This is a woman who knows how to get exactly what she wants and always does exactly that.

Olivia and I dated for four months before we ever slept together.  This wasn’t by any means, due to lack of effort on my part!  Liv somehow convinced me that if we waited the sex would be so much more intense.  She would allow me to suckle and caress her juicy, full breasts on occasion and would give me the world’s worst case of blue balls by grinding her clothed body up against my naked skin.  At first I figured she was a tease, but before long, I realized that there was a method to this woman’s madness.  She liked to be in control at all times and she let me know right at the beginning, any sex we had would be on her terms.  Call me crazy, but I became totally turned on by this and was willing to forgo any chance of sexual release with this woman as long as she remained in my life.  Maybe by that point, I was in too deep.  Even to this day, when it comes to the way I feel about Liv, I am still in so very deep. 

The day she finally let me fuck her was the day I knew for sure I could never belong to another.  Beautiful Olivia had me exactly where she wanted me.  And there wasn’t a think I could do about it.

What was especially memorable about the first time I had sex with my future wife was that for several days leading up to that fateful moment, she would ask me to jerk off in front of her.  She was like a scientist watching an experiment play out.  She observed my every motion, asked me constantly how mastubating in one fashion or another felt or affected me, and I swear, if I hadn’t opened my eyes from time to time, I would have thought she were jotting down points in a notebook! The thing that made this first true encounter between us even more intimidating was that this was for all intents and purposes, “D-Day” or as I affectionatley like to refer, dick-day, as in the day Olivia first took ownership of my cock.

My dick is not extremely tiny, but it is rather slender, measuring in at about 5 1/4 inches.  I had always thought I was average.  Liv never said anything outrightly insulting about my cock in those early days, but there was something about the devious smile that played on her lips that indicated to me this woman expected something more. While she had only slept with one other man prior to our dating, she later confided to me that his dick was ” a bit longer and wider around”.   When we finally had sex that very first time, not only was my stamina at its peak after masturbating for Olivia for a few days before the big event, but I also literally bent over backwards to make sure I sexually satisifed her–in more ways than one.

In the first 10 or so years of our marriage, our sex life was generally good.  Don’t get me wrong, there were definately some very hot moments.  Interestingly, the hottest moments during our so-called “vanilla years” were those in which Olivia was in complete and total control of my cock.  These were often times when she would “cut me off” from all sexual contact with her and instruct me to masturbate in front of her while she watched and teased.  In the heat of the moment, she would mutter things to me like, “Sethy poo, I love to watch you play with that cute little cock…it even reminds me of a little boy’s wiener” and as she would giggle and tease, I would practically lose it and explode.  Sometimes she would even keep me on edge and tell me not to cum for a certain amount of time and this drove me insane!  Eventually, when I finally was allowed to have an orgasm, she would coo and encourage me, reminding me that I was her “good little boy”.  Looking back now, I can see how these earlier moments were indicative of what was to eventually evolve in our relationship.

My wife is a prominent physician and a woman many people admire, men and women alike.  I am also an educated man with degrees in buisness administration and marketing and run my own succesful business in the entertainment industry.  Early on in our careers, we often were both quite busy and save for those semi-humiliating (albeit extremely erotic) masturbation sessions, I didn’t truly grasp what Olivia was capable of doing to me.

Its also quite ironic and yet it makes perfect sense that I would submit to Liv in nearly every possible way when it comes to our personal relationship.  In my business, I am the decision-maker; things are constantly moving at break-neck speed and while I wouldn’t trade my job for anything, it often extremely draining and tenuous.   Since I have become Liv’s submissive cuckold husband, things that used to eat me up at work just don’t have that hold over me like they did in the past.  I believe this is so much more than a coincidence.  I am at peace and am right where I should be, where I always was meant to be.   This would be at Olivia’s feet, worshipping her mind, body and soul, and revering her for being the Goddess she is.  Whatever might please her, I want to get for her.  And a few years ago, my Goddess told me she would like to start dating and fucking other men, I knew that this was something she would do, regardless of whether or not I concurred.

I am not going to lie and say the experience of my wife getting laid by other men was a dream come true for me in the very beginning.  Those first few times, when she went out on dates, I felt like I could crawl into a hole and die.  Still, despite my initial distress, those hours when I was home all alone and wondering what Liv was doing at that exact moment, were also some of the most erotic moments I had lived up until then.  Every time I imagined her date’s hands on her skin, or even his eyes oogling her beautiful bosom in the low cut V-neck dress she was wearing, my cock throbbed and the more I thought about Olivia engaged in some sexual act with her date, I could not resist jerking off.  It was a bizarre experience for me, torn between rage, sadness being extremely turned on at the mere thought of my wife bedding another man.   In those first few months, I found myself in a state of confused bliss a lot of the time.  Olivia was as happy as a lark, having wonderful sex on a regular basis with much more endowed men that I, and she was relishing this new found power of hers in every way imaginable!  Consequently, our own sex life really started heating up and once I got past the initial stages of jealousy and confusion, I knew there would be no turning back to the way things once were between us.  And I am here to tell you, I am the happiest husband alive for having joined my wife on this constantly titillating and immensely satisfying adventure in cuckoldry.

My sweet cuckold husband Seth is so much more technically savvy than I am!  We had been discussing developing this blog on the art, trials and tribulations on cuckoldry for a couple of months.  He originally brought up the idea of blogging about a cuckold marriage, and I admit, I was very much . . . → Read More: A new level of cuckold humiliation for Seth]]>

 

My sweet cuckold husband Seth is so much more technically savvy than I am!  We had been discussing developing this blog on the art, trials and tribulations on cuckoldry for a couple of months.  He originally brought up the idea of blogging about a cuckold marriage, and I admit, I was very much attracted to the idea of sharing our story and getting the message about the benefits of female-led relationships out into the world wide web.   Truthfully though, I hadn’t thought so much in terms of who might actually want to read about our cuckold relationship.

Seth obviously has done his homework.  Tonight he spent some time submitting “The Cuckold Life” to several adult blog directories as well as subscribing this journal to rss feeds.  I have no idea what all this means, but according to Sethy-poo this will bring in more readers. 

This got me thinking about the way he is so consumed with the notion of being an objectified pet husband.  He confided to me that he is turned on not only through his submission to me as well as the consistent erotic humilation he thrives upon by living as a cuck husband, but the aspect of putting our relationship out here for the masses to read about excites him in a whole new way!  I am constantly amazed at how this man literally lives to be objectified and humilated.  He loves the thought of letting the world know about his cuckolding passion!

Also, Seth has informed me that he plans to write his first entry into this blog in the next day or two.  I can’t wait to see what he will be discussing!

I wanted to spend some time reviewing how our relationship came to be and offer some background information and the like, so the next few posts from me will likely detail more in this context before I introduce you officially to my current boyfriend, Rob. I am not sure what Seth has in mind for his posts, but its likely some our writing will overlap at times.  I’d also like this blog to be a place to discuss dominant women, submissive men, BDSM and various topics pertaining to sexuality in general.  Needless to say, we are both excited to be sharing our journey with you.