My husband and I have been involved in Hotwife Cuckold Interracial activities for several years, most recently with a deliciously wicked FemDom twist.
When we first met, he started out as my Sugar Daddy, later became my Loving Husband, then my Cuckold Hubby, and is now my submissive PussyBoy.
As our relationship has evolved, it’s been quite a fascinating journey together.
I was mostly pretty honest with him from the very beginning of our relationship about both my prior sexual experiences and my rather insatiable sexual appetite… which I teasingly refer to as "letting my inner whore come out and play"… although I didn’t always necessarily tell him all the details at first.
In the beginning I was afraid of his reaction if he knew everything, and what he’d think of me. But after we were married, I eventually resolved myself to sharing everything with him. Slowly, a little bit at a time.
I recently saw one of those captioned images somewhere, it was a picture of an attractive woman, blonde and rather petite like me, wearing just a pair of panties, holding a half empty bottle of wine, you could tell she’d been drinking it from the bottle as a lush is sometimes inclined to do, and she leans over and says to her husband, in that sexy slightly slurred speech of a woman having fun… “we need to talk about me having sex with lots of black men, and you liking it”… which I thought was really funny because my husband and I pretty much had that exact conversation about a year into our relationship.
That was back when we still used to keep secrets from each other and not always share everything. He didn’t know that I had been cheating on him with an old boyfriend, and another man who used to be a co-worker of mine.
I didn’t know that he already suspected something, and had started following me… until one day I noticed him driving a little ways behind me, trying to hide, when I was on my way to meet my lover.
Later on, I also later found out that he had been going through my dirty panties in the laundry. He confessed to me months later that he used to smell them and check for evidence of semen, and would sometimes jack off using my panties and then using them to wipe off his little wet dick! What a freaking pervert!
A few weeks after the "following me" incident, is when we had what I now refer to as “the conversation”, which I suppose would actually take a whole other chapter to write about.
I was really drunk, and said some things that I probably wouldn’t have said if I wasn’t. I confessed to him that I had already been fucking someone else, and needed him to be ok with it. I told him that I loved only him, and that it was just sex. I kind of joked that I had a bad naughty pussy that needed a lot more cock than he could give me. Like I said, I was really drunk!
But rather than accept the idea of sharing me with other men… which I suppose was extraordinarily naive of me to think that he would… he was hurt and upset that I had cheated on him. He was especially upset… the sad, crying, anxious kind of upset… when he found out that my ex boyfriend was black and that I never made him wear condoms.
He ranted and raved and paced and cried and begged me to stop, asked why I was doing that to him, what I saw in other men, why he wasn’t enough, and all that. He felt embarrassed and humiliated.
It was a painful conversation… more of a continuing conversation really… that we had over the course of several weeks.
But slowly… gradually… he not only came to accept the idea of sharing me with other men, he eventually came to love it.
It was baby steps for him… tiny little cuckold baby steps… but eventually we worked out a new arrangement in our marriage.
The first time I went out on a date with another man he was climbing the walls with anxiety and jealousy. I had insisted that he stay home and wait for me, and "don’t follow me dammit!"
When I got back home, I found him in bed, anxious and distressed. But he also confessed that he had jacked off while I was gone, and I noticed that when I told him all about about my evening, his little penis got hard again.
That’s when I knew that things were going to work out.
Out of love and compassion, I took it in my mouth and rubbed his balls and sucked it for him because I knew it would make him feel better. He lasted all of about 30 seconds before he came in my mouth. Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
And things just slowly progressed from there.
My sexual desires ultimately became his sexual fantasy, although as I later found out, maybe that was his fantasy all along. I’m just the one who took the first step.
Along the way, my husband discovered that he’s a natural cuckold (he had been cuckolded several times before by former girlfriends), which coupled with my own personality and sexual desires, was pretty much a perfect match.
Our relationship has evolved over the years, to the point where he now gets off on me being with other men, and likes to watch.
The intense conflicting feelings and emotions associated with “cuckold angst” is still very much a part of his experience… the jealousy, anxiety, nervousness, fear, worry, ache, distress, hesitation, misgivings, concern, unease, fretfulness, apprehension, humiliation, and all that… especially when I’m out for the night with another man, and he’s waiting for me at home.
It hits him especially hard when I’m traveling out town… or he is… and I’m with another man. Something about us being in a different cities really intensifies the experience for him. All the more so now that his penis is usually locked up in a chastity device 24/7.
The idea that his wife is out fucking other men, that other men get to enjoy his wife’s soft sweet pussy more than he does, and that his own orgasms are severely restricted to no more than one or at the most two a month, both distresses him and turns him on, all at the same time. He both loves and hates it, which makes for some rather intense experiences for my cuckold sweetie.
I love coming home, lifting up my skirt, and showing him what a bad girl I’ve been. And making him clean up the mess between my legs. He loves it when I’ve been a bad naughty girl.
I’m very much into role play and fun creative delicious sex games, which he’s also come to enjoy. He’s a sweet, loving, generous man that always encourages me to explore my sexual desires and fantasies, no matter how far out, unusual, or bizarre. It’s one of the reasons I married him, actually.
Sexually, I’m rather submissive, and have always been intensely attracted to powerful, athletic, dominant black men.
I lost my virginity to an older black man when I was very young, and have to admit that for me it was pretty much “addiction at first taste” as far as that goes. My first lover used to make me cum so much, and cum so hard, I thought my freaking clitty was gonna pop off!
I was a cheerleader all through high school and college, and mostly dated black athletes. But then, by some strange twist of fate, I ended up falling in love and marrying a white man with a Porsche, a house on the beach, and a four inch penis. So go figure!
While I’m sexually submissive to other men… always have been, always will be… with my husband it’s always been different, and especially recently.
In the last year, I’ve discovered and begun to explore my sexually dominant side with him, and have developed an interest in FemDom.
I’ve gradually introduced various aspects of it into our relationship, including enforced male chastity, male orgasm restriction and control, female body worship, spankings and corporal discipline, strap-on training, some feminization (I make him wear panties), and, of course, frequent cuckolding and sharing me with other men.
My husband has… I think to his own surprise… discovered a sexually submissive side to his own personality which we have a lot of fun with.
Somewhere along the line I started referring to him as my "PussyBoy", which he both loves and hates.
It’s symbolic of the fact that he’s responsible for servicing my pussy and keeping my pussy happy by giving me lots and lots of orgasms. It also… later on… became symbolic of the fact that with my strap-on, I’ve gradually turned his tight man hole into a little bitch hole.
I have a couple of regular Bulls in my life… men that I occasionally meet and have sex with. I also enjoy meeting new men from time to time, especially when I travel.
My favorite Bull is Johnny, who is everything you’d expect in a Bull… tall, muscular, athletic, black, extremely dominant, very aggressive, and very nicely hung. I’ve known him for about two years. We have a great, fun, sometimes intense, always hot, no-strings relationship. We just totally click when it comes to sexual stuff and have great chemistry there. He knows I like it rough and hard and kinda nasty sometimes, which is pretty much the only mode he knows!
Johnny knows I’m married, of course, and is respectful and doesn’t interfere in my relationship with my hubby, which is a very important quality in a Bull.
But at the same time, he’s not shy about calling me up and coming over whenever he wants some "married white pussy", as he likes to call it. As my hubby knows, Johnny has 24/7 access to my pussy and that’s just the way it is!
In my opinion, despite thousands of years of cultural programming and conditioning, the truth is that women were never meant to be monogamous. I think we’re currently living through a period of enormous social change in this regard.
More single and married women are realizing every day that experiencing as much sexual pleasure as they choose is their natural-born right.
For many, a marriage where the man places his wife’s sexual pleasure above his own, and supports and encourages her to explore her sexuality with other men, while he remains monogamous to her, or even chaste, is not an alternative lifestyle at all. It’s simply a recognition and celebration of the true natural order of things.
It also satisfies the cuckold husband’s deepest, most passionate desires.
Paradoxically, the cuckold wife’s act of supplementing and even replacing her husband in the marital bed with better, more well-endowed lovers, and her demand that he live in a state of chastity, is precisely what sets him free to become what he knows he was born to be… a cuckold husband with an openly unfaithful wife that spreads her legs for other men. And him liking it!
It takes a great deal of trust for a cuckold husband to admit to his wife that his deepest darkest desire is to be cuckolded and sexually humiliated by her. My hubby never came out and admitted it. Instead, it was something that gradually emerged and that I slowly drew out of him. But eventually he did admit to me that me fucking other men both turns him on and scares him at the same time. Which, I think, is the natural reaction for a cuckold.
I realize that many people outside the Hotwife Lifestyle view this with absolute horror. But in the best Hotwife / Cuckold marriages, the husband’s sexual humiliation at the hands of his wife is something that he has deeply and passionately longed for. Often for a very long time.
When a woman grants a cuckold his deepest wish, and openly has sex with other men, and flaunts it and teases him about it, she’s actually helping her cuckold husband to fulfill his own sexual destiny. Which is why the wife’s cuckolding of her husband can be simultaneously both an act of sexual humiliation and one of profound love and understanding.
By agreeing to her husband’s deep-seated desire that she explore her sexuality with other men, she’s the one doing him the favor, not the other way around. And she should never let him forget that.