r/DesiCuckPsychology

Do you think your wife is hotter and more beautifull than you? Like, has someone told this to you?

Like me, im a 5'6 typical chubby guy and wife is a 5'4 beautiful woman with a nice and toned body and beautifull face. My wife's also has MBA while I have a general bachelor degree and she earns around 1.5x my salary

Do you feel that her being out of your league influenced you to get into this lifestyle? Like, she is so hot that you need to share her with others, or you know you cant sexually satisfy her and let a real man

take care of her?

My wife and I are getting back into this LS after taking a break. She is going to meet her last bull this weekend. They are probably going to take a hotel room. I’m going to stay home. I’ve asked her to take a phone to record the night. She is asking me if I have any requests for this meet up but my mind is blank.

Does anyone here have any ideas for any requests I can make from the two of them? She is a shy desi girl so she won’t be able to something very bold like flashing room service or anything. But she wants ideas/requests that would help her make the night more kinky for her and the bull (and maybe me)

I had already shared another short post about our 3 year journey and how we started with talking about her past to where we are today ( https://www.reddit.com/r/DesiCuckPsychology/s/SfeRq3Bhvw). Many people messaged me to know the full journey. So posting it in detail here. Part 1 below -

This is how it all began, how my sweet, modest wife’s stories from before we got married slowly turned into the hottest part of our sex life. It started innocently enough when we were still engaged. One evening she had her hand wrapped around me, stroking me nice and slow, that warm grip driving me crazy. Out of nowhere, I asked if she had ever held another guy’s cock before. I knew she had an ex, but she had never shared any details. She answered quietly, “Yeah.” Then she told me about that night in his car after some school event. They had made out heavily, the windows all fogged up. His hands went under her top, but that was it, no oral, no sex. Back then she was so tender and small, with just 32B boobs on her soft slim body, short and delicate, her smooth skin glowing warmly in the dim light of the car. Her body was still developing, young and innocent-looking, with gentle curves that felt so fresh and inviting. I kept pushing her for every little detail. This strange mix of jealousy and heat rushed through me for the first time as I heard about my future wife like that. Her voice shook a little while she spoke. Her cheeks turned pink and her legs kept shifting restlessly against the sheets, like remembering it was turning her on all over again right there with me.

The next time we were together, I was kissing down her neck, my fingers slipping under her clothes, and I asked if there were more stories, any other secrets she had kept. She surprised me with one from her college days. She was on a break from that same ex, studying late with this guy friend. He suddenly leaned in and kissed her, hard and hungry. She didn’t push him away right away. Her body responded on its own, kissing him back with more heat than she intended, even though she had already told him she had a boyfriend. After a minute or so she finally pulled back, breathless, her face burning with that mix of thrill and guilt. Later he teased her about it, saying it wasn’t all his fault, she had opened her mouth for him, let him kiss her deeper, practically melted against him. Things got complicated when he started pushing for more, even threatening to tell her boyfriend about the kiss if she didn’t meet him again. She cut him off completely after that.

After we got married, these kinds of talks became a big part of our sex life. Nothing turned us on more. At first she would get really shy whenever I brought it up. She would blush deeply and turn her face away. But I would coax her gently, whispering right in her ear while I slid deep inside her, “Tell me something naughty, baby… just for us.” Once she started, it was like a switch flipped. Her voice would drop low and breathy, her hips would roll up to meet me harder, like the words themselves made her even wetter.

After we got married, these kinds of talks became a big part of our sex life. Nothing turned us on more. At first she would get really shy whenever I brought it up. She would blush deeply and turn her face away. But I would coax her gently, whispering right in her ear while I slid deep inside her, “Tell me something naughty, baby… just for us.” Once she started, it was like a switch flipped. Her voice would drop low and breathy, her hips would roll up to meet me harder, like the words themselves made her even wetter.

One night we were fucking nice and slow, me on top, buried all the way inside her while I kissed along her throat. She was moaning softly, her nails lightly scratching down my back. I could feel her getting slicker around me, so I murmured, “Give me something hot… imagine if something like that happened at work.” She turned bright red instantly and covered her face with her hands. “Nooo, it’s stupid,” she mumbled. But I didn’t stop moving, kept that steady rhythm and whispered how much it turned me on when she let go. Finally she opened up, her voice shaky at first. She spun this fantasy about some boss she never even had. He comes up behind her at the copier, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her ass back against his hard cock. She protests at first, pushing at his hands, but feeling him thick and pressing against her through their clothes makes her thighs squeeze together. I asked for more, “What happened next?” She bit her lip and continued: Later, when the office is empty, he calls her into his room, locks the door, and presses her against his desk. She pushes weakly at his chest, but he kisses her hard, his tongue taking her mouth, and she’s already soaked. He shoves her skirt up, strokes her through her soaked panties until she parts her legs for him. The hottest part, she said, was when she reached into her bag, pulled out one of those condoms we always keep for quickies in the car, and handed it to him with this little smirk. He laughed low and said, “Planned this, huh? Been wet thinking about me all day?” Then he spun her around, bent her over the desk, rolled it on and fucked her deep from behind. Her breasts smacked against the wood, her moans echoing in the empty office. Just telling it made her clench so tight around me that she came hard, shaking, pulling me over the edge with her. It was all made up, but damn, it wrecked both of us.

Another night, after we had finished, I was lying there tracing lazy circles on her thigh with my fingers and asked if she had any more secrets. She rolled away, all shy and proper like she usually is outside the bedroom, muttering, “It’s too embarrassing yaar.” But I kissed her shoulder and kept teasing her softly until she gave in. It turned out that back when she was still with her ex, one night she was alone and really aching for him. Without thinking, she spread her legs in front of the mirror, used her fingers to open herself wide and show how wet and swollen she was, then snapped a picture and sent it to him. Her heart was pounding, feeling completely exposed and slutty, but so turned on that she rubbed herself right after and came fast just from the thrill of it. Hearing that got me instantly hard again. I flipped her onto her stomach and fucked her while she repeated every detail, her voice breaking into gasps.

That’s how we started fucking from then on, her sharing these stories while I encouraged her. In public she’s the quiet, modest one. She dresses conservatively and keeps her eyes down when other guys talk to her. But alone with me, she turns wild. She started moaning names, her ex, that college guy, first in soft whispers when I prompted her, “Say it, baby. Whose cock are you thinking about?” Then louder and bolder. The way her pussy would flutter and grip me tighter every time she said their names… it was unreal.

Will share more next time .

If you’re a dominant Hindu bull who is patient and good at dirty talk, or fellow cuck with a similar journey, maybe we can connect.
Not ready for IRL meets yet and don’t message just for pics.

Theres more to cuckolding than hotpast.

My wife has had a few ex bfs and she has shared everything that she has done with them with me.

We traveled to a different city for work which is the same city that she use to work right after passing out from college. Our cab passed a budget hotel and my wife had a subtle smile and twinkle in her eyes looking at it.

She didn’t tell me what was she thinking at first but after pushing her a bit she finally opened up. She and her ex used to regularly go to the hotel for sex. Her ex had some setting with the manager and used to lend them the room for a few hours. She told me the way the manager and staff used to look at her gave her a feeling like she is a slut or a whore and that turned her on even more. Her ex used to let the room staff in while she was all naked in bed exhausted after sex, almost every staff has seen her naked.

Listening to this I got super horny and at the same time got an idea of booking a room in the same hotel and fucking her. All the staff in the hotel were new which was a bit disappointing, although I managed to get the room service in the room while she was naked and asleep.

He was totally surprised looking at her, i started small talk to calm him.He then later asked me who is she, I told him she is a Raand.

I have strong thoughts about wife being bred by a virile man. She is beautiful and dresses boldy and gets male attention.

I'm unable to impregnate her in almost 3 years of trying. I know that many many men lust for her.

I want a friend especially to breed her. The interfaith aspect makes it extra taboo.

No one knows my thoughts about this btw.

Edit: I'm not searching for any bull on reddit. I was only talking about the thoughts I have been having.

I know it is impossible situation to literally have her impregnated. Kinks are fine but in the real world we can't involve a child into this.

Please don't offer yourself as a bull.

How should a married woman tell her husband about wanting to open up the marriage? About wanting to experience another man?

It's almost certain to blow up the marriage.

It's been a while since I have been a cucky to my best friend who is also our regular bull. I have been thinking about convincing my wife about having more than just one. Any discussion/suggestions are open. Also I prefer talking on tg audio because typing repeated things to people takes too much time.

Send me the post you wanna get posted,if its worthwhile ill approve.For the record approved 8 accounts in the last week alone.

Bull acting as genuine friend of cuck is not always true.

Cuck is a medium. He uses cuck to get to his wife.

He wants to pull her panties down and fuck her tight pussy with his bare big cock and make her beg to fill her pissy with thick raw juices.

His sweet talks to bull are just limited to make cuck expose his wife more and make him feel comfortable so that he happily hands over his wife to him.

Question for cucks who got jealous initially when their wife starting fucking other men. If yes, then how did you get over?

Unisex gyms are quite a low hanging fruit to live your fantasy of cuckolding. As a hotwife it is quite easy escape from your boring life and you get a chance to meet some good looking hunks to play around with.

For cucks its a perfect place where your wife can meet strange men, they can have chance to touch her at places you just can imagine. Everyone can see whats happening but you cant complain, its part of process.

You can even meet the trainer in personal alone and let him know that you want him to focus more on your wife 😉 some extra cardio sessions, some extra fat burn around her hips and ass. You can give him freedom to make her sweat hard in right ways.

I had already shared another short post about our 3 year journey and how we started with talking about her past to where we are today ( https://www.reddit.com/r/DesiCuckPsychology/s/SfeRq3Bhvw). Many people messaged me to know the full journey. So posting it in detail here. Part 1 below -

This is how it all began, how my sweet, modest wife’s stories from before we got married slowly turned into the hottest part of our sex life. It started innocently enough when we were still engaged. One evening she had her hand wrapped around me, stroking me nice and slow, that warm grip driving me crazy. Out of nowhere, I asked if she had ever held another guy’s cock before. I knew she had an ex, but she had never shared any details. She answered quietly, “Yeah.” Then she told me about that night in his car after some school event. They had made out heavily, the windows all fogged up. His hands went under her top, but that was it, no oral, no sex. Back then she was so tender and small, with just 32B boobs on her soft slim body, short and delicate, her smooth skin glowing warmly in the dim light of the car. Her body was still developing, young and innocent-looking, with gentle curves that felt so fresh and inviting. I kept pushing her for every little detail. This strange mix of jealousy and heat rushed through me for the first time as I heard about my future wife like that. Her voice shook a little while she spoke. Her cheeks turned pink and her legs kept shifting restlessly against the sheets, like remembering it was turning her on all over again right there with me.

The next time we were together, I was kissing down her neck, my fingers slipping under her clothes, and I asked if there were more stories, any other secrets she had kept. She surprised me with one from her college days. She was on a break from that same ex, studying late with this guy friend. He suddenly leaned in and kissed her, hard and hungry. She didn’t push him away right away. Her body responded on its own, kissing him back with more heat than she intended, even though she had already told him she had a boyfriend. After a minute or so she finally pulled back, breathless, her face burning with that mix of thrill and guilt. Later he teased her about it, saying it wasn’t all his fault, she had opened her mouth for him, let him kiss her deeper, practically melted against him. Things got complicated when he started pushing for more, even threatening to tell her boyfriend about the kiss if she didn’t meet him again. She cut him off completely after that.

After we got married, these kinds of talks became a big part of our sex life. Nothing turned us on more. At first she would get really shy whenever I brought it up. She would blush deeply and turn her face away. But I would coax her gently, whispering right in her ear while I slid deep inside her, “Tell me something naughty, baby… just for us.” Once she started, it was like a switch flipped. Her voice would drop low and breathy, her hips would roll up to meet me harder, like the words themselves made her even wetter.

Will share more in next part.

If you’re a dominant Hindu bull who is patient and good at dirty talk, or fellow cuck with a similar journey, maybe we can connect.
Not ready for IRL meets yet and don’t message just for pics.

Ever since my ex cheated on me I can’t stop thinking about that feeling.
I’m single right now and want to be brutally cucked and humiliated, I have no limits…

I’m finding it really difficult to have this experience as I’m single, where and how to find women that share such kinks and dominant owning their sexuality so well?

I’m into strong men force fucking my wife (CNC) and making me watch her squirt tied up… preferred if she’s into bdsm rough fucking

My wife is a proper, modest south Indian Muslim girl. Quiet, conservative clothes, eyes down in public. The kind of woman who looks like she has never done anything dirty.

In bed she is different. It started one night while she was stroking me. I asked about her past. She blushed hard and told me about her ex , the heavy make-out in his car after their high school final annual event, windows fogged, his hands under her top on her small 32B tits. She was soft, slim, and nervous even remembering it.

Then she told me about the college guy. She was on a break from her boyfriend. They were studying late. He kissed her hard. She didn’t pull away right away. She opened her mouth for him, kissed him back, melted against him even though she had a boyfriend. He later teased her that it wasn’t only him, she had let him in.

She also confessed she once spread her legs in front of the mirror, opened her wet swollen pussy with her fingers, took a picture and sent it to her ex. Then she touched herself and came just from the thrill of it.

Now those stories are the hottest part of our sex. She lets out more each time. She still gets shy at first, cheeks pink, face turned away. But once she starts talking, her voice drops, her hips roll, and she gets soaking wet. She has moaned their names while I’m inside her. We often roleplay as her ex and She has looked at me and said his cock was bigger and thicker than mine. She has whispered that she missed his cock. The more dirty she talks, the harder she cums and more turned on I get.

Outside she is the quiet, modest Muslim wife.
Inside she becomes a filthy girl who gets off on telling her husband how another man’s cock felt better.

If you’re a dominant Hindu bull who is patient and good at dirty talk, or fellow cuck with a similar journey, maybe we can connect.
Not ready for IRL meets yet and don’t message just for pics.

I’ve been through many situations where I’ve been kept away from seeing my wife with her “male friend.”

Most of the time, it is done by her bull, who blocks me from being between them, but there are also times when my wife herself does it.

For example, I’ve heard my wife say “yes” to him many times when he asked her if he can lock the bedroom door, while I was sitting in the living room or eating in the dining area. They both know that I have a habit of peeking through the door gap and to watch them.

I’ve seen him groping my wife many times, and her first reaction is usually to look straight at me to see if I noticed. If she sees that I did, she pushes him back.

They have their own ways of doing this depending on the situation, it’s not easy to put everything into words.

You know, it’s all part of an agreed dynamic. We three of us know what is going on between us, and there is nothing to hide.
Still, the way she sometimes tries to conceal things from me triggers a certain kind of pleasure in me.

When I’m driving or sitting alone, I sometimes think this as a natural shift in her priorities toward him, as if she unconsciously wants me to stay away and give them privacy.

Is this as a subtle form of humiliation that naturally comes from her as part of that shift in priority?
If not humiliation , what is this then ?

She has never humiliated me verbally or directly to my face. She is still my loving wife whenever we are together.

Being pushed away from them feels like humiliation, also a very raw, unexpected kind of emotional satisfaction.

It feels like having something sweet and sour at the same time.

Cuckolding is already a serious taboo and getting pregnant through cuckolding or even from anyone other than the husband is even bigger taboo.

Has anyone here experienced this? If yes, how did you deal with it?

Hi everyone, I was wondering when the cuckold relationships can become mainstream and society starts accepting this and normalising the cucks. It would be great for all the people to open and explore their sexual fantasies or kinks being able to discuss without judgement from society.

We also need to start normalising if someone is not good in sex and they can always have an option of being in a cuckold relation for sex and can get a good emotional attachment from wife and family. Even when someone cannot have kids i think normalising the cuckold can actually help them to have kids by choosing good bulls. What about your say on this?

My wife is a quiet modest typical south Indian girl. Modest clothes, eyes down when we go out. Looks pure. In bed she is different. We talk about her past a lot. Her ex. One college friend. Those stories get us going hard. She still turns red at first, looks away. Then she starts talking and her hips move and she gets really wet. She has moaned their names while I am inside her. She has looked at me and said her ex’s cock felt bigger and thicker than mine. The dirtier she talks, the harder both of us cum. I had written a separate post about our journey. I have been trying to take it to next step without rushing her.

Luckily for me a few week ago it went further unexpectedly in surprise direction.

One night she came to bed already warm and handed me her phone. She had been chatting with one of her married male friends. He was her best friend since school and they used discuss everything. We had met a couple a of times including his wedding.
Then out of no where he told her he wanted to talk about something sensitive and made her promise she wouldn’t tell anyone. He said he could not satisfy his wife and he feels she is not happy with him due to his timing and asked if she had any tips.
At first she wrote short answers. Said she was not sure she should talk about it. He kept saying sorry, he did not know who else to ask. She first tried to dodge it saying she feels shy to talk about it an all, but he persisted.

Slowly she opened up a little. Said sometimes couples try different things. When he asked what worked for us because he is really feeling his wife is unhappy when he finishes very quickly, she took a long time to reply. Then she told him we use roleplay. He asked what kind. She waited, then wrote that she tells me stories from before we got married while I fuck her. He asked if it really helps. She said she gets shy at first. He pushed a bit more. She wrote that the dirtier the details, the harder I fuck her and the more turned on she gets and faster she cum. He asked if she says names. After a pause she said yes, and moaning those names makes her dripping wet. When he asked how far it goes she finally wrote that she has described how another man’s cock felt, and that makes me take her much harder. Deep and rough.
I read every line while she sat on my cock, moving slow. Her pussy was already wet and sliding down me by the time we finished the chat.
A few nights later she came to bed late. Quiet. Restless. After a while she unlocked her phone and held it out without looking at me.
“I need you to see this.”
This chat started after midnight. He asked carefully about dreams, if they mean something. She answered short at first. Said most dreams are nothing. He stayed quiet a long time, then said this one stayed with him for two nights and left him restless. She asked if he was okay. He hesitated, then admitted the dream was about her. Still vague. Said it felt intense and physical and he woke up shaken. He felt guilty even saying it. When she asked what happened he started giving pieces. The place. The tension. Then that something intimate happened between them in the dream.
Her replies got slower. She said she was shocked. He apologised right away, said he should not have told her, tried to change the subject. She stayed quiet. Then she asked for more. Bit by bit she pushed him. He tried to pull back again but she kept asking. Finally he described it.
They were at a party. A common friend kept warning her not to. She still pulled him into a hotel room, dropped to her knees, took him in her mouth, then bent over the bed and told him to fuck her the way I do when she roleplays. Long. Deep. Hard. She came on his cock while mixing names. Begged him to finish inside her and stay there so she could feel every pulse.
He wrote that when he woke up he had come all over himself.
He said psychology calls it suppressed feelings from the earlier talk about our roleplay. She did not stop him.

Once I got home, she made me read the whole thing while I fucked her slow and deep. Every dirty line she wrote, every detail he sent, made her squeeze tighter around me. Her breath got shaky. She came twice just from reading it. First a tight one when he described her on her knees. Then a longer, wetter one when she reached the part where he came inside her in the dream. She whispered that he must have imagined her naked, and that she had touched herself later after talking to him.
I came hard inside her while she kept scrolling, moaning loud and pussy tight around me.