Do any of you use boner pills, and if so when did you start? How old are you? Would love to hear your experiences- it’s not that my husband is having trouble (yet? He’s 41) but he would love to be harder for even longer especially when he’s out with his cake. Thanks for chiming in.
It can be overstimulating to receive my husband home. He’s fresh from her arms, and it’s intoxicating in a way that brings up a lot. I do make room for all of it, but then I kind of feel like a full bowl of mix-ins. I don’t necessarily feel bad, but I also don’t feel like myself.
Yesterday, sex was a little overwhelming for me and we had to stop. I’m grateful that isn’t awkward anymore. There are so many reasons why it doesn’t always match up. Also, it was his first sleepover in over a year. We’re out of practice, and we have intentions of creating a sustainable dynamic with our Cake, since she’s way less complicated than our life.
I loved hearing all the ways he enjoyed her, and every detail he’s shared so far. I already feel open to whenever they want to schedule their next time together. And also, a lot of jealousy and worry about not matching up to her came up. The mind creates so many stories, and I forget that what I’m creating does not mean that’s how it is in person, or for my husband.
I love watching him be hard for two women, me and her. I love it when he uses me for his pleasure. I love and prefer to center his pleasure, which doesn’t mean I get nothing. He’s very good at driving me crazy and satisfying me in bed. But my role in bed is to be submissive, to give him anything he wants even before he asks. I take good care of his cock for him, and so does she. We have our own ways of serving him. He loves that we both call him Daddy. For me it feels like I’m authoring a dynamic where he’s cheating on me with my support. I love feeling like he’s sneaking around and taking moments to chat with her or call her when he can. Their relationship is super sexually charged but they also do care for one another.
All of that is still true, even when we have a bumpy attempt at sex in the first few days after he comes back from her.
But god, it was hot when he first got home and I sucked him to completion when neither of us thought he would have anything for me. It was the biggest ego boost when I felt it spray to the back of my mouth. He also knows he is free to let it go whenever he wants to. All he needs to do is relax and lie down in bed while I do all the work for him. He was so tired after a long night with her.
Cleaning him off is ritualistic for me, a way to welcome him back home. Wouldn’t any man want that? To fuck around all night and then still get to come home to his slutty wife? That dynamic turns me on a lot too. I don’t know any other man who deserves this kind of treatment besides my husband, which is why he receives it from me.
Anyway, I love him so much, and this is part of the cuckquean dynamic for me. There are sometimes weird feelings that I have to sit with and not judge. And for my husband, he has learned how to hold space for me when I need to vent or spiral a little bit. He just listens. He doesn’t react, even if I say something he disagrees with.
Ultimately, when I get to the end of it, I realize I just want connection with him again and that I’m just jealous. We can work with jealous. I alchemize jealousy extremely well and rather quickly. Writing helps a lot.
Even in my mess I want him to still fuck her and carry on.
It works for us.
Anyway, thanks for reading :)
From a night out with his girl after a year long hiatus that neither of them wanted, but life happened as it does. Their pent up energy for one another, finally expressed last night. He was in the room first and said once she arrived it was immediately on with them. Making out, him pushing her against the wall and feeling her body. She wore a dress with nothing underneath which is her signature. She has a pussy that cums many many many times and it fully opened to him to do whatever he wanted to her. He told me how he would fuck her, touch her, kiss her pussy, on loop and then finally let her have a short break before going again. He teased her with his tip and made her squirt. From 8pm-10am he made her cum countless times, and he came 3 times. When he arrived home I greeted him naked in bed and I was starving for his touch. He looks so hot when he comes home from fucking her, it’s like his jawline sharpens and all I can think of is worshiping him. Thanking him for sharing his cock with her. I asked him to lay down next to me and relax. It’s part of the ritual of his return to clean his cock with my mouth, and as he was removing his underwear he let me know he had not showered and that her cum was all over him. He was moving slowly, saying he’s really sore and had barely slept. I didn’t care if he could even get hard for me I just wanted him to lie back and let me kiss him softly. It was only a matter of time before I was slobbering over him and bobbing with much enthusiasm since I knew he was transitioning his mindset back to being at home. I was going crazy wondering what he could be processing as I sucked his cock so lovingly. Is he asking how on earth he managed such a life? That he not only gets to fuck another woman but his wife waits in bed naked for him and begs him to let her suck his cock to welcome him back home? That she is even more turned on if he’s unable to harden for her, that if he says sorry I can’t get hard for you I gave it all away…that will actually make her even more enthusiastic. Or..is he playing through the night he’s just had and indulging in the freshest memories of enjoying his naughty little girl with the tightest pussy.
All of the sudden he tells me to keep going just like that, and oh boy I think that means he may give me some of his cum. I kept going more and more and more, being a cum hungry slut for him and just hoping I’m pleasing him while he can ignore me and relax. I feel his breathing shift and know it’s coming soon. I’ve got my mouth swirling his tip and my hand rotating and firmly sliding up and down his shaft. Sometimes I’m sucking sometimes I’m licking, he loves it when I’m sloppy on his cock. His hot tingling load squirts to the back of my mouth and I feel him generously pumping more than I thought he might have to offer me. I instinctively and greedily drink his cum and continue my rhythm to extend his pleasure. His breathing slows and he lays still on the bed while I still am slowing down my devoted posture.
He tells me I’m his best girl, and I know I am but he also tells me she’s his favorite girl to fuck. The way she cums on him no matter how he gives it to her. He gets to play with her like a toy that never runs out of batteries. She can’t get over his shape and has legitimately asked him to make a custom dildo made from his cock shape which we’re going to look into for her.
All of this makes me wonder if he would ever actually choose her over me or truly wish he was able to have her instead of me. I get insecure about it for sure and I’m currently jealous as I still lay here naked in bed waiting until he can fuck me with his perfect cock. I need him inside of me so bad, it still feels like she owns it after the night they just had. I need him to fill me, it’s all I can think about is getting his hard raging cock inside of me. But he gave it all to her like he said he would. He’s got her scratches on his body, which he loves to come home with and show off. He knows it drives me crazy when I can’t wrap my legs around him and be filled. Knowing she was the last one he fucked, besides my face I guess.
When he cums in my mouth all I want is for him to kiss me deeply afterward. It feels so intimate to feel the tingles from his cum while he’s kissing me. It makes me want to swallow him every time he cums.
Anyway I am literally just a horny mess over here in recovery mode after a long night of my husband being gone on a date with his favorite pussy to fuck. It’s not mine and I submit to his desires. He deserves anything he desires and he will continue to be centered and served by me, his slutty little wife who makes him cookies while he’s off sleeping with her.
Next Thursday, 7/2, he’s going to leave from work and go see her at the hotel he booked for their sleepover.
Their first reconnection in over a year and they’ve finally set a date.
My husband could not be more excited.
I say her name while playing with his cock and it stiffens up in a way it doesn’t when it’s just me. I love knowing how excited he gets to go play. Lately, I’ve really enjoyed asking him logistics questions while his hands are inside of me.
I asked what time he wants to come home the next morning. In the past, it was around 8 or 9, and he’d have coffee for me in hand when he got home. Last night he said he doesn’t want to leave until 10a. He wants to sleep in because he knows they’ll have a long night and he wants to rest.
I actually respect that, and it might mean he’s a little more rested before coming home and reconnecting with me.
I worry about the kids waking up and not giving us much time to ourselves that day, and he said we would be able to find privacy even if they wake up. They’re 11-16, and I think he’s right. It’s just been a while since we’ve done this and it’s easy for me to worry about potential problems.
In the past, it’s been hard for me to sleep when he’s with her, so the 8a/9a return has been welcomed since I’ve barely slept the night before. And I just want his freshly fucked body to return to me.
I love reclaiming him, sucking her off his cock that was in her until the moment they left, serving him however he tells me. Centering his pleasure makes me so hot.
So when he tells me he doesn’t want to leave until 10 while he’s also got his fingers inside of me and is making me squirm under his weight, I hear myself say “yes daddy” like his obedient slut because all I want to do is make him happy.
I told him I’m going to let the kids stay up as late as they want that night so they’ll sleep in later than usual while he’s out having “game night” with his “friends.”
Really he’ll be balls deep in her sweet tight pussy.
I’m worried I’ll get nerves about him sleeping with her again for the first time again. And I’m worried one of the kids will have a hard time and I’ll be on mom duty late and feel stretched, like he needs to come home early, but I won’t even be able to get ahold of him in a timely manner.
I see my brain projecting the fear, but I know it’s trying to protect me.
And I get worried I won’t have anyone to talk to because we don’t want to share this info with anyone in our regular life right now, or maybe ever again. I don’t know. Maybe I will only discuss our open marriage with other Redditors who are in the kink. No one else seems to really get it, and I don’t want to explain the dynamic when I’m just trying to move through emotions.
So I know I can come here to this sub and be whiny about it if I need to.
And this is what I’ve been wanting for him and for us. I’ve craved this back in our lives. Being involved in this sub and reading from others how this is truly a wife/gf-led kink is exactly it.
He never suggested this dynamic. He fell into it and has learned what his role is, which requires much restraint and care on his end. It’s not just a free-for-all. Meditation is necessary to help him move with intention.
He’s learned some harsh lessons by being the man who is maintaining two sexual relationships. Wife and girlfriend.
Now, she’s not really his girlfriend anymore. It’s not a fair title for what he can offer. They did try that on for a couple months last year, and when he walked away, he held so much guilt and remorse for such an abrupt ending that didn’t hold much space for her feelings.
I felt for her too, but he and I experienced such a rupture in communication while also facing severe mental health concerns for one of our kids that I just let it be messy for him. I even kind of reveled in his discomfort at that point.
This wasn’t kind of me, and I’ve been offered renewed perspective on that time by now.
But damn, he’s been very hesitant about reopening with her even though I had asked him to consider it. I had finally submitted to the fact that I also could not get her out of my mind, and I missed seeing what she brings to the energy field.
Finally, I accept. I relent.
This kink is not something I can outpace or remove from myself. I have to accept that I love my husband fucking around without me. It adds to our sex life and daily life in a way that is unmatched. It causes me to submit to him in the ways that make me feel so fulfilled after 20 years of being together.
Knowing another woman is going to pull fresh untapped energy out of him and we all can share in it. I don’t do that. Only she does.
I desire to hear him tell me his fantasies with her, the ways he’d love to see us both pleasuring him together. I would really love to submit to him alongside her, but he tells me he’d prefer to just be with her, and so that is how it is.
My desire is for him to control me, which means sometimes I say yes daddy to him when it’s not my first choice that he doesn’t leave the hotel room until 10a. That he gets to leave at his leisure with her. She doesn’t have to wake up alone and pack up after he’s left. It makes sense that he wants to be with her then.
And I’ll be like, but what about my coffee?
I know he’ll make it happen. I don’t need to worry.
And he’ll come home ready for me to reclaim him. Maybe he won’t even be able to get hard for me, but I will worship him anyway. And he’ll touch me and tell me what he enjoyed about his night with her.
He always comes home with stories that make me drip for him.
I drank his cum last night as he ignored me and thought of her. There are few pleasures greater than helping my man relax after a long day, and sucking his cock is something he really, really likes for both his girls to be doing for him.
She was the one who upped the bar for cock sucking because she drains him while drinking him fully. I thought I did a great job by deep throating him, but after her, I had to learn to start drinking his cum too, which I was honestly afraid of. But my competitive spirit and desire to make my man really happy encouraged me to push through.
Anything to submit to him and act in devotion to his pleasure is my goal, as I worship my husband and elevate his desires over mine.
I 39f just accidentally found this page, is anyone here real? I see a lot of hot women posting bit not much else…hello is anyone in here?
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A peek inside our 20-year relationship, where only two years ago I discovered the missing piece that I need him to play with other women too.
My husband hadn’t talked to his ex in over a year, but last month I started asking him to reconsider the no-contact boundary. I realized I was ready, and our family life had the space again. I surprised him with that confession.
It’s true that we had never stopped talking about her. He never stopped fantasizing about her or telling me when I’m getting it right, just like she does. That’s normal for us now. Imagining the way both his girls bob up and down on his soaking cock, the ways he makes us moan and scream for him, the ways we worship him. He’s a man worthy of our attention. Tried and tested for 20 years now, I can testify that he is. Which is why I so happily serve him and surrender to his every desire.
But he said no. He didn’t want to open the door again. He wanted to respect her emotional state. He carried some guilt for how he had to end it last time, so he felt responsible for taking care of everyone’s emotions. I couldn’t help but respect that. Even though I felt something was turning, I trusted my intuition not to push the subject.
I told myself that even if it wasn’t her, I was going to need to find another woman for him to enjoy when the time was right. I also found myself fantasizing about him actually cheating on me and then coming home to confess. Someone at work. Someone he meets in passing. That’s how badly I wanted to share him.
And then two weeks ago she texted him on a normal weeknight while he was making dinner for the family. So innocent. She told him she finally watched a show he had recommended and hoped he was doing well. She put a heart emoji at the end.
Plot twist: she opened the door first.
For me, that was an obvious confirmation that she was still thinking of him fondly. That maybe she was testing the waters for communication. It clicked. She and I were subconsciously working together to get him to be with her again.
Even though we haven’t met, I have such fondness for her. I find myself sending her love and gratitude often for what she does to my husband. I envision her enjoying her life. I wish good things for her. I wish my husband to be inside of her.
All of a sudden, I saw his world shifting into a reality where he gets us both again. Actually considering the fact that he gets to be with the woman who says to him she’s never had better.
Our sex becomes different. He’s taking me more. His intensity is rising back up to how he used to be when she was in his life. He’s telling me his favorite times with her. He’s telling me the best sex he’s had is with her. He needs her again, he needs her tight little pussy. That she drinks his cum better than anyone. He says these things while he’s touching me, and I lay him down so he can receive my cock worship while he relives their best memories. Being used by him is my favorite.
He turns me out in such a way that I cannot help but worship him and acknowledge that his needs are beyond me. I know he loves being with me, but he has an appetite that craves more. Another woman, an entirely different ethnicity. An entirely different pussy shape, he tells me how much tighter she is than me. She’s the one who turns him into an animal and sends him home with scratches all over his back so I can see how she enjoyed him.
Last night he told me how he wants to be with her for a weekend. He wants to have a house with her and fuck her in every room. He wants them to be making dinner together and then have to stop and fuck in the middle of it. He wants to play house with her for a weekend, giving her all the attention he wishes he could.
This story aligned with my own fantasies so much that I thought he might be saying it just for me. I couldn’t believe it. I came immediately when he admitted this fantasy to me.
He treats me, his slutty wife, so fucking good that I devote myself to his pleasure. I stay home and take care of the kids. I take care of him.
I really am a trad wife in a lot of ways. Our life started steeped in traditional Christian values, and even though we’ve since dropped the religion, my role has stayed surprisingly familiar. I’m still the wife at home. I’m still the mother. I’m still the one tending the house, the family, the man.
I just have a very different take on how I want to live my life now.
I don’t worship God anymore.
My husband is my god.
Like some sort of trad wife with a twist.
Because I’m in on the affair.
I encourage the affair.
My type of cuckqueaning is watching my husband have a girlfriend that I don’t have any contact with. She knows how into it I am when they are together, but we’ve never met or talked.
It sounds different than a lot of others on the cuckquean subs here, but this is my reality.
My husband’s former girlfriend is back in the picture, and the energy between them is very much alive again.
They haven’t made plans yet, but they’re texting more, flirting more, sending sexy voice notes, and the anticipation is thick. This morning she sent him a nude-adjacent photo — nothing explicit, just the side of her body, her curves, the edge of her breast. He told me about it while I was gobbling his cock when he came home for lunch today.
I want him to take her out. I want him to treat her well. I want her to feel wanted and cared for. I want her to get the overnight with him that she clearly wants. I love when he can give her the girlfriend experience.
The practical side is harder because we have kids and a very home-based life, so we’re figuring out those logistics right now. We are coming back into this dynamic after being on a break for over a year but we’ll figure it out. I wish he could go play more often but this is just the stage of life we’re in right now.
One time after he got home from a sleepover, he told me she gave him the best blow job of his life. She drained him completely and kept sucking his cum down until he was clean. Immediately I got on my knees and gave him everything I had. He said he didn’t have anything left for me but I didn’t care I just needed to serve him. Even if he stays soft it turns me on to know he can’t even get hard for me. But that time I had him moaning and cumming into my mouth within a few minutes and quite honestly I blew his mind. I love competing with her.
Today he came home for lunch, and I was ready for him. Sitting on the bed, just in a little tshirt that says “breakfast in bed”. I let him know my plug was in, he loves how tight my pussy feels when my ass is full. He says it feels more like hers. I had spent the morning in that charged, submissive, devotional headspace that this whole dynamic brings out in me. I love taking care of him. I love feeling like his wife at home while another woman desires him from the outside. I love the comparison. I love the story that she has something I don’t, that he wants something from her, and that I still get to serve him with my whole body.
Sometimes he tells me he can fuck her harder than me, that she can take more. The competitive side of me says that’s one of our logistical issues since we have teenagers and we hardly have the house to ourselves. So today on his lunch break it was just us & the cats. I begged him to give it to me the way he does with her. I kept promising I could take it, please daddy please. He really liked that cuz that’s when he filled me with his cum, not even a minute into pounding me.
Just wanted to share. I love sharing…especially my husband.