Cuckold and Science

We have a few articles posted in our pages. We post what we find but I thought it would be better this time to link right to the article itself. When Being a Cuckold Makes Evolutionary Sense from Yale University

I never have to worry about my wife cheating

I am horny tonight and was thinking I might get a little something. You know: A little marital bliss. A hand job or the opportunity to go down on her while she messages her ‘friend’ or a fleshlight fuck or something. But she wants to have a shower and go to bed early. It’s all because a close friend of ours is coming by to hang out with us tomorrow. He has a giant penis. Need I say more.

I am a family man with a hot looking wife.  She wants to save it up for hot sex with another. At least I know I am a cuckold. I wonder how many men think their wives are just fridged? “Going out with the girls tonight honey, don’t wait up” Here, read about this poor guy. His wife cheated on him while he was away. He actually questions if she’s done this before. What about the guilt she feels?

The truth is, women like variety. It’s only thousands of years of society that have held us to the “good girls don’t do that” line of bullshit. Most female sexual abstinence has been implemented by a male dominated world. Even to the point of  being in denial about it – like buddy in the link (and all the people commenting). No one could ever suggest to him that living as a cuckold might be an alternative even though if he did, he and she would live happily ever after. Oh the relief it would bring.

Tonight I happily do as so many of us cuckolds do. I wank with her happiness in mind. When she desires me to be her man, I’ll be there for her because I can. I am not emasculated. I am still a man – a leader even – bringing home a good living for us. I am a cuckold man who knows it.  And it’s nice to know I am part of a community of cucks who have accepted this as well.

This is not news

This week in our local paper I read a column on how to deal with infidelity (I’m guessing it was space filler) but one nugget of interest was the stated statistical percentage of couples who “cheat”, 80%.

Now I’m thinking, if 80% of all marriages and committed relationships are effected by infidelity then it’s high time we took a look what’s really not working.

Just saying.

-Pearl

Dating

I’m more than willing to support Richard’s cuckold kink because what it means is that I get to keep “dating” and enjoying sex with other people. I am basically living the best of both worlds, having my cake and eating it too, if you will, and I know I’m damn lucky and that most people won’t understand.
I would expect even less people to understand cuckoldery with it’s element of humiliation.

So far it has meant that we have not partook in a “real” cuckold experience. Looking for someone to be involved usually requires dancing around the word “bull”, I would prefer not to use it because the assumption is on a dominant male, not my type.

Until then I continue to lock up my husband on nights I go out to and tell him all about it when I get home.

what moves me

I don’t know why but this song never fails to make me want to fuck.
I particularly like listening to it while I’m running, the more I fantasize of being naked pressed up against someone the harder I run, not a bad thing eh?

Strangely enough, I’ve danced to this song numerous times but have yet to actually fuck to it….

-Pearl

How a Cuckold Got Lucky

Last night I got some! Maybe it was the amount of alcohol she consumed left her a bit  unaware. The guy Pearl was with said it was a bit creepy just having me watching so I joined in by caressing her. Boy, there was a lot of caressing until Poppy took the initiative and went down on him. It was then that I made my move.

With her head bobbing up and down on his cock and her ass arched high in the air, my cock like a magnet took aim. I tried my best to hold off. I went down on her expecting to be pushed aside and have my tongue replaced with his cock but when that didn’t happen after a long while instinct took over and I had to slip my cock into her. ecstasy!

It wasn’t long before I was replaced but the memory of that feeling has been refreshed. I did get to slide my cock in again while she was riding him straddled and bent way forward. Yes, two cocks feeling the pleasures of her sweet pussy at the same time. Two cocks in one pussy is a feeling best left for description in a future post. It can be hard to maintain but well worth the trouble.

We all fell asleep at about 5:00am

Waking up was hardest. I woke up too early with daylight pouring into our windows and a rock hard cock. I put a pillow over my head and started drifting back to sleep but not before I felt the bed gently nudging back and forth and soft whispered moans emanating from behind me. They were sneaking in a morning fuck while trying not to disturb me.

He made her cum and left shortly after with her lying in a hungover heap beside me in our bed. I tried to make my move like I did last night but she wasn’t having any of it. “To Sore”. It looks like things are back to normal. She could see how hard I was and gave me a wank with her hand for about 90 seconds and said, “cum!” I did.

By the way: The guy was really nice. He thanked me a number of times for sharing her with him and also told me I was a really lucky man.

I am luckier than he thinks.

Long weekend, long time

I finally saw M last night after something like a 6 month hiatus, I’m going to start referring to him as my “vacation” from now on if the time in between visits continues to remain this…expansive.

I always enjoy spending time with him because he’s just so damn interesting!
Package that up with humorous and easy on the eyes and you have a winning combination

I left Hubby at home but not alone. I contacted a big ol’ Dominant and asked if he was interested in a Friday night party favour then let him loose, apparently the instructions he left DH were followed through to the T and a good time was had by all
Poor Hubby seemed more worn out and used by the time I got home than I was and my satiation level was high.

Tonight we’re off to Club Allure for their Eyes Wide Shut theme event. I’m not anticipating much of an adventure, I’m still enjoying the satisfaction from last night as noted, but the DJ promised to play a couple songs for me so if nothing else at least I’ll get my dancefloor fix and that’s almost as good as sex at times.

I’ll see about posting a picture in my outfit if I can manage to maintain anonymity

Promiscuity

I really wish promiscuity was more socially acceptable. Better than that I really wish that when people thought of it they didn’t lump it in with the dishonesty and moral deficiency that is “cheating” on your partner. Really. This is what I wish for.

Because I would like to share details about my life, including my sex life, openly without fear of exclusion or derision.

Have you read read Sperm Wars? I love that book.

Here’s what I believe; I believe that those driving principles of evolution embedded us with a natural desire to have sex with as many people as possible. I also believe that we humans have adapted beyond our primitive brain and have the spiritual and intelligent ability to spurn our instincts and remain monogomous.

I know what I’m saying can be echoed in far too many research papers, literary publishing and spiritual teachings, I just can’t wrap my brain around why it’s not socially accepted.

The reason why I bring this up is because we went out on Saturday and had quite a bit of fun at Club Allure (next post ) and I really wanted to tell people about it…but I value the social system at work and am not quite ready to rock the boat just yet.

So come on people, let’s start accepting “swinging”, “lifestyling”, “polyamoury” and the such as the norm then we can all go back to living our lives normally while having sex with our neighbours spouses

Ooh, Shiny!

I came across this beauty in a local store recently:
The Steelwerx Standard Chastity Cage

It’s so pretty!
and pricey *pout*

Currently we (the Royal “we” of course) use the CB3000 and I pretty much leave it up to hubby to let me know if he’s in need of an upgrade or not. Frankly, I don’t really have that much interest in figuring out the specifics to ensure comfortable penile enclosures. I only half wonder if this device is as comfortable as it’s pretty.

When Cuckolding is on Hiatus

I’ve recently made the connection between the periods of time we play with cuckolding and the equally lengthly periods when we don’t and it all has to do with my confidence. Well, not all, actually, I’d say half of it is time, there are only so many weekends in a month  you know

Cuckolding is partly an expression of my feelings of beauty, power, confidence, freedom and sexuality.

When I’m not fully believing in my virtue of any of the above or my self-esteem is taking a beating the cuckolding suffers.

At these times sex with another man leaves me feeling empty, more like a transaction just took place and I accidently bought the wrong product. This is obviously not how cuckolding should be, so we pause and wait for whatever is happening in life to finish before we go out again.

I’ve been desperately sick these past two weeks and I’ll be the first to tell you I don’t  make a very good sick person. I rail on against the injustice of it all and wonder why this is happening to me etc. you get the drift An ill Pearl makes for a Pearl that isn’t happy with life nevermind her body or anybody else’s feelings.

Now, thanks to magic get-better pills, I’m up and about and trying to decide what to wear to our local swingers club’s grand opening of a new night next Saturday.
Yeah!!