Cuckold
My husband first opened up to me about his cuckolding fantasy, something he’d been thinking about for a long time. At first, I didn’t take it seriously—I mean, we’d played with the idea in bed during role-play, and that was fun, but the thought of doing it for real? Full Story…
I’ve been on both sides of the cuckolding experience, and I can honestly say, I’ve found a lot of pleasure in it. My wife and I didn’t jump straight into cuckolding—it was more of a natural evolution from our time in the swinging scene. Read More…
I still remember that weekend like it was yesterday. I had two of my old college buddies over for a little get-together, just a fun weekend to catch up and unwind. We were all drinking, laughing, and reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Full Story…
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I can still vividly recall the first time I was about to share a bed with someone other than my husband. It was a moment I had never imagined for myself, and as the session approached that evening, my nerves were in overdrive. Read Full Story…
I remember it clearly—I was 31, and my husband, 33. One day, he brought up an idea that I wasn’t expecting: swapping. At first, I was shocked. I didn’t agree, not right away. Full Story…
My husband, Tom, and I were introduced to this whole lifestyle through an older friend of mine, Kely. She was married to Xavier, and they had a very interesting relationship dynamic. More…
This journey started about four years ago, and it was something that my wife and I had been building towards for a while. We’d already agreed that I would stay in chastity—only breaking out three times a year for sex: Christmas/New Year, my birthday in April, and during our summer holiday. Read Full Story…
My wife and I had been fantasizing for a while about her getting it on with a big black bull while I’m locked in my cock cage. It was this shared fantasy that kept building over time. But, you know how these things go—you think about it, talk about it, but never really imagine it’ll
This all started about nine years ago. I met a shy white guy, the kind of guy you wouldn’t expect to have any wild fantasies. We clicked right away—there was something about him, you know? He was sweet, attentive, and I genuinely thought we had this simple love story unfolding. But, as it turned out,
So, this is my story. I know it might sound strange to some people, but this is my life now, and honestly, I’ve learned to accept it. It all started when my wife—let’s call her dominant—finally had enough. Read More…
