u/SharleyQueen

I am not writing this from pure fetish or to dramatize anything. I want to share how something that started as a simple phrase said while turned on gradually became a very strong stimulus for both of us.

My husband has had a physical issue after an operation for some time: retrograde ejaculation. Sometimes he expels very little or nothing. For a while that weighed on him. I always tried to downplay it, but I knew it affected him.

One day, while we were fantasizing about a next encounter, I told him I wanted them to give me cum, a lot of cum. His reaction was immediate and very intense. He got extremely hard and that time he ejaculated more than he had been doing. I realized those words activated him in a particular way. And seeing him so aroused made me more turned on too.

From then on I started noticing how much more it aroused me to ask for it. Watching myself enjoy when they spilled cum on my face, in my mouth or on my breasts, and spreading it, gradually became something that genuinely excited me. Now I ask for it often: I want to be filled with cum, for real, in quantity. Not only because it attracts me, but because I know how much it turns him on as well. That connection makes the desire amplify between the two of us.

It turns me on to think of him cleaning large amounts from my pussy afterward. When we talk to someone about a possible encounter we already ask if he cums a lot, because it has become part of what stimulates us as a couple.

We still have not done a full creampie for different reasons, although there have been external ejaculations. What matters to me is how something that at first was a limitation of his gradually integrated and ended up becoming a shared trigger. Accepting what is there and using it as fuel instead of fighting it changed the way we live these dynamics.

Has any of you experienced a desire of your own that became much more intense once you saw how your partner reacted to it? Does it resonate that something that started as a limitation can end up fueling lust for both of you?

Lately we’ve been living a situation that gives me a lot of respect.

The kink for big sizes has always been there: just sitting with my husband looking at photos or videos of possible candidates already gets me extremely wet, it’s a completely instinctive reaction. But putting it into practice is turning out to be another level.

In our real experiences with the bulls we’ve been having long sessions and harder sex. As soon as I feel that physical stretch, my body reacts intensely. I get so wet that they themselves are surprised right in the middle of it.

The issue that’s bothering me has nothing to do with my husband. Our intimacy is incredible and he is my untouchable base, that’s not up for debate. The real problem I’m facing is the physical memory of my body. Between these intense sessions and the fact that I sometimes also use a large dildo, I notice that my body is starting to ask for and demand that extreme friction.

It gives me a lot of respect to think that my vagina and my mind could get so used to that level of stretching that we end up creating some kind of dependency on it. It scares me the idea of getting hooked on that brutality and feeling that there always has to be a third person in our intimacy just to satisfy that purely physical demand.

To those of you who live this dynamic or have talked about it as a couple: have you noticed this kind of physical dependency on the stretch or on outside size? How do you manage the limit so you can enjoy that intensity without it becoming a constant need in your sexuality?

Until now I was present in almost every encounter. I filtered, I made the first contact and then she ended up talking to the bulls. I was always part of that previous stage.

Now she proposed something different. One option is her meeting a guy alone: having a coffee, getting to know each other, and if something happens, going to have sex without me being there. The other option we also talked about is going out together one night and me acting like a friend. If things get hot with someone, she goes alone with the guy to a hotel and I go back home to wait for her.

She told me it turns her on a lot the idea of feeling freer, of feeling different, similar to when she was single.

On my side I trust her completely. We have things very clear. Still, it gives me a strange mix: heat, a bit of nerves and the feeling of not being part of that moment.

I want to hear from you, the bulls, from your real experience.

When you have had encounters where the husband was not present, did you notice differences? Do you feel there is more heat? Do you see the wives looser or different? Do you think this way can create more arousal for the three of you?

I am also interested in what you usually do when the husband is not there: Do you film something and send it to him? Do you make a call or send messages during or after? What kind of things do you like to do in those encounters without the husband present? What advantages do you see in the husband not being there?

I want honest opinions from people who have already lived it from the other side.

I’m not writing this to dive into pure fetish or from a place of victimhood. I want to share, as a confession, something that until recently caused me frustration and sadness. Thanks to my wife and the path we’ve walked together in these dynamics, I was able to accept it and integrate it. Today it’s a fantasy trigger that activates an intense desire in both of us in a much more amplified way.

For five years I dealt with a serious illness whose diagnosis was terminal. Among several surgeries, some of them emergency ones, in the last operation I had a side effect the doctor had warned me about: a nerve injury that affects the opening of the duct during ejaculation. If it doesn’t open, the semen goes into the bladder. It’s called retrograde ejaculation. When I reach orgasm I don’t expel, or I expel very little. The sensation is strange: it doesn’t hurt, but it feels uncomfortable inside and, above all, incomplete, as if the “release” is missing. It’s been a year and a half. Sometimes a small amount of seminal fluid comes out, but it hasn’t fully restored. It could take years or it may never recover.

For a long time it was a weight. My wife always downplayed it. Until one day, in the middle of a fantasy about a future encounter, she said, turned on: “I want them to give me cum, a lot of cum.” The reaction was immediate. I got rock hard and, for the first time in a long time, I ejaculated a considerable amount. From there everything started escalating. Seeing how she enjoyed it when they spread the cum on her face, in her mouth or on her breasts, and how she spread it and touched it while she was aroused, opened something new. Now she asks for it over and over: she wants them to fill her with cum, “a lot of real cum.” That triggers an enormous desire in me. The idea of cleaning large amounts of cum from her pussy myself turns me on a lot. When we talk about a possible “bull,” we already ask if he cums a lot, because it became part of our stimuli.

We still haven’t done a full creampie for different reasons, although there have been external ejaculations on her vagina. The real point is something else: the power of acceptance. “If you can’t beat your enemy, join him.” What used to be a source of sadness became a trampoline. The fact that another man can give her what I can’t in that quantity turned into a different way of giving it to her and finding new levels of stimulation. Once again it confirms that the first step is accepting sexual characteristics that fall outside the conventional belief system. From there you can naturalize it, and it liberates.

Has anyone gone through acceptances of this kind that made them grow? Does turning what affects you into such a strong stimulus resonate with you?

I am not writing this to dig into pure fetish or from a place of victimhood. I want to share, as a confession, something that until not long ago caused me frustration and sadness. Thanks to my wife and the path we walk together in these dynamics, I was able to accept and integrate it. Today it is a trigger of fantasies that activates intense lust in both of us in a highly amplified way.

For five years I dealt with a serious illness whose diagnosis was terminal. Among several surgeries, some of them emergency ones, in the last operation I had a side effect the doctor had warned me about: a nerve injury that affects the opening of the duct during ejaculation. If it does not open, the semen goes into the bladder. It is called retrograde ejaculation. When I orgasm I do not expel, or I expel very little. The sensation is strange: it does not hurt, but it feels internally uncomfortable and, above all, incomplete, as if the release is missing. A year and a half has passed. Sometimes a small amount of seminal fluid comes out, but it has not fully restored. It can take years or never recover.

For a long time it was a weight. My wife always downplayed it. Until one day, in the middle of a fantasy about a next encounter, she said to me while turned on: “I want them to give me cum, a lot of cum.” The reaction was immediate. I got rock hard and, for the first time in a long while, I ejaculated a considerable amount. From there everything escalated. Watching her enjoy when they spilled cum on her face, in her mouth or on her breasts, and how she spread it and touched it while aroused, opened something new. Now she asks for it again and again: she wants to be filled with cum, “a lot of real cum.” That triggers enormous lust in me. It deeply turns me on to clean large amounts of cum from her pussy myself. When we talk to a possible bull we already ask if he cums a lot, because it has become part of our stimuli.

We still have not done a full creampie for different reasons, although there have been external ejaculations on her vagina. The point is something else: the power of acceptance. “If you cannot beat your enemy, join him.” What used to be a source of sorrow became a springboard. The fact that another man can give her what I cannot in that quantity turned into a way of giving it to her differently and of finding new levels of stimulation. Once again it is confirmed that the first step is accepting sexual characteristics that fall outside the conventional belief system. From there it can be naturalized, and it is liberating.

Has anyone gone through acceptances of this kind that made them grow? Does converting what afflicts you into such a strong stimulus resonate with you?

In our dynamic, my wife and I operate with absolute transparency. Everything we do is built on complicity, mutual consent, and a natural vibe that keeps our relationship clean and strong. For us, opening this space to a guest requires the energy in the room to be just as clean.

Let me be very clear: the issue isn't that a man is married. If he has an open relationship or the actual consent of his wife, we have zero problems with that. The door slams shut when a married man who is lying at home approaches us. It’s not a moral judgment; it’s a purely energetic issue. A man who hides his tracks and betrays his partner's trust brings a heavy, murky energy loaded with hidden guilt.

Our bed is not a dumping ground for anyone's lies. The excitement and horniness with a third party only really work when the space is transparent and free of shadows. Letting someone who sabotages his own marriage touch my wife or enter our space would break that natural flow we protect so much. For us, respecting the rules of the game starts with the respect that man has for his own life.

To the husbands and couples out there: do you filter cheating men just as strictly, or do you not care about their energy as long as they perform in the bedroom? And to the candidates sneaking around: are you aware that honesty in your own home is what actually makes you attractive and fit for a real couple?