Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Al Playa and Tanya have a discussion about Emily and Sara

In the post Watching, I recounted Matthew's last minute intrusion to my planned Saturday evening with Emily.

Frequent commenters Al Playa and Tanya had a subsequent discussion about the propriety of that, whether Matthew was inappropriately intruding into our marriage.

Tanya wondered if Emily could have met Matthew after the show as she doesn't like the way Matthew can dismiss me like he does.

Al noted the strangeness of our particular relationship, Emily's looking for me to concur in the change in plans, and my conflict in my role in this relationship.

Al also, humorously, that he and Tanya were discussing my and Emily's relationship on Sara's blog without any comment from either of us (welcoming such comment.


So who is right?

Well Tanya, of course! I mean, what kind of man does what Matthew did? He took a woman away from her husband knowing the plans they had together. He interrupted them anyway, saying in actions what he didn't say in words. I'm more important.

But wait. Al's right, too. Matthew made a request (even if couched as a demand). Both Emily or I were free to ignore him. But we didn't.


Emily says, as far as Matthew goes, that he isn't just a "fuck buddy." He may have been merely that at one time, but he's been in our life for almost four years now.

Four years.

Yes. Four years.

He's not just some guy she fucked. Or some guy she fucks. He's a living, breathing human being with feelings, wants, needs, and desires. And after four years, those things are important to Emily.

I asked her once, maybe a year ago, when I couldn't stand the thought anymore, if she loved him.

She bit her lip in the way she does, said she's never said it to him, but still had to think about it. "Maybe in a way," she said, "but not...never...the way I love you."

What's the difference? I'm the person she plans for the future with. I'm the person she'll retire with. I'm the person she still wants a child with. I'm the person she trusts, the person she opens up to, the person who she knows is there for her, now and ever.

Matthew is many things to her, but not those things.

But that begs a question though, doesn't it? How could she leave me that night for him.

Well, as far as I go, there's some strong power exchange shit going on there.

Matthew's a dominant man. We knew that at the beginning. Knew it for the first few months. Know it now. The thing is, he knows it too. And while he may not have appreciated it at the beginning, he gets how assuming the role as the dominant man, as the alpha male, has brought this to heights we'd never have taken if he were more passive.

You all get that, right? As jealous as I get, as troubling as it is sometimes, the role of the submissive is what's most natural for me. I may have been disappointed that I didn't go to the symphony with her, but that day, that time, it was a supremely dominant request and an extremely submissive acquiescence.

Without someone in control, there is chaos. When he's in control, there is peace and order.

Is there danger? Well fuck yes. My singular fear is she'll leave me for him. So we talk about this fear on a semi-regular basis.

Her singular fear is loss of intimacy with me. So we make time for intimacy every single day and every single week.

He has a fear, too, of course. A phone call to my wife that goes unreturned. Ignored texts. Not in a day to day controlling way, but that Emily and I, as the married couple, will come to our senses and just cut him off.

We're his submissives and he doesn't want to lose us. He knows he has control and power day to day, but also knows if he goes too far, if he threatens the bond Emily and I have, he loses.

A strong man leads. Matthew's a strong man. He leads us. He's the alpha male.

A confident woman can follow. Emily's a confident woman. She follows him. She's the alpha female.

A sissy submits. I'm a sissy. As fucked up as it is, I submit to them. When I was young, I didn't understand what it meant to be a sissy. I fantasized about being a cuckold, but didn't really get it. I know watching her dress for a date with her boyfriend, helping her get ready, is a sign to her and to him that I accept these roles.

Recently I helped her dress for a date with him, helped her into a garter belt and stockings. Watched her check her stockings, saw the exposed side boob. Everything screamed "Fuck Me". And watching her, I saw the excitement on her face, knew she was looking forward to the kind of sex only a man like Matthew provides.

And watching me, she saw the jealousy on mine, but knew as difficult as it was, I too was looking forward the evening, wanted to see his reaction when he saw her. And that the biggest expression of my love for her was allowing her to date him and being there for her when she got home.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018


After a long night of rough sex with her boyfriend, nothing is more comforting than the tender loving care delivered by her faithful husband.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

She may be your loving wife, but she's his faithful slut.

Frat Life

Every year, the DKEs picked one "unique" freshman to rush their fraternity. While that boy had no chance of actually being invited to join, he did learn there were other ways to get into Greek life.

Saturday, February 3, 2018


He's in town, got in late last night. He has a meeting on Monday morning, needs to get ready Sunday afternoon. But he called this morning to tell her he's free tonight and is picking her up at seven.

She told him we had symphony tickets, but could change them for another weekend. He said why bother, he'd take her instead.

She looked at me and I knew what she wanted, but she wanted me to say okay, too. We both must have thought the same thought, this is what he does, part of our thing, purposefully done from time to time. An assertion. Of power. Of dominance. She may be mine day to day, but when he wanted her on a whim, she was his.

I nodded, disappointed as I was from time to time to lose an evening with her. She knew my disappointment, of course, but knew there was a benefit, too. That every time he acted like a man, he emphasized my emasculation, that every time he controlled her, he reinforced his role compared to mine.

There's room only for one Alpha in a woman's life, and that was him.

He understands. While the sissy part of me may still be somewhat of a mystery, he gets his role and relishes it.

So I sit in her dressing room, watching her get ready. She's naked, purposefully I'm sure, so I see what he's getting tonight, so I feel those aches of jealously, the pulls that by some weird paradox bring me closer to her. She's a beautiful woman-she eats healthy, takes care of her skin, works out. Her body is as beautiful today as it was years ago when I first saw her naked. And I want her now as much as I did the first time.

Ironically, she denied me at first back then, too. But then she relented.

Not now.

Not now.

Friday, January 26, 2018


I've never taken it directly from him, that is, I've never sucked his cock and felt him explode in my mouth, though I've certainly seen her do it enough at this point.

And I may never, which is conflicting. I want to, but I don't want to. Regardless, that's his decision, not mine.

I've come close, though, as I've shared it with her, licked it from her face, from her pussy. I've licked it seconds after he exploded in her mouth. And I've licked him when he was still covered in her juices or his.

Just never a blow job. As jealous as I get watching.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

For my own good

That's what she says, now, the longer I'm locked up, the longer I'm denied. I've come to agree, as much as part of me hates it.

I understand if this is the life we lead, things are so much better when it doesn't need to be discussed day-to-day. When I'm not tempted to touch myself day-to-day. When an erection isn't a distraction day-to-day.

When release comes from other things, feminine things. When release doesn't involve putting myself into something (a mouth, a hand, a tube, or god forbid, a pussy) but instead putting something into me.

It's for my own good, so as not to confuse me, to let my mind wander, even a little, to pretending to be a man.

I can ask to be unlocked, and the longer I'm locked the more I want to. And the less I want to, too.

It's for my own good, because erections are for men, not sissies, and it reminds me, reminds her, and reminds him of my place.

* Not me, just a beautiful Korean sissy who's locked like me.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018


Well you could order it online, anonymous and unknown. But she wouldn't let you, she wants you to go to a store, look at them, find one you like, and wait for a clerk to ask if you need help.

So much more humiliating that way.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018


Such an adorable set for a sissy husband to wear...a good, supportive bra for her budding breasts; extra supportive panties to both feminize her figure and totally hide her sissy clit; and stockings to flatter her long legs.

Saturday, December 23, 2017


You watch, mesmerized, as he finally pulls out from your wife, eyes locked on her wet pussy, hardly able to believe the mess he made, the sheer volume of it.

"Sweetie," she says, voice but a whisper, beckoning you to her, motioning you towards her with with one finger.

At the moment of truth, you inevitably freeze; it's one thing to talk about fantasies when it's just the two of you, when you're along, when you know it isn't real. But this is something different altogether, this isn't fantasy, this is reality and a man, your wife's lover, has just cum inside her and she wants you to come kneel, lick her clean.

You glance at him for a brief instant, first his face, then between his legs, but you quickly look away from his cum covered cock, which even now, no longer fully erect, is so thick, so masculine.

How can you do this? How can she expect you to kneel between her legs, lick her, clean her? How can she expect you to do this with him watching, judging. You know what he's thinking, don't you? What kind of pervert would let his wife fuck someone else and then lick it clean?

"Little boy," she says, again a whisper, impressing on both you and her lover what kind of pervert you are.

You know you'd never do it without her insisting. As much as you fantasize about it, her asking...demanding, is what brought you here, what makes you kneel, lean towards her. She wants you to do it because it's degrading. She wants you to do it because it bothers you. She wants you to do it because it's a sign of submission, a sign of acceptance.

Of your place compared to him.

When you stick out your tongue, when you taste the first drops, you know know you're being tested, judged. You know no man would ever do what you're doing, no man. Not now. Never.

So lick her clean, now, show her...show him...that you surrender. Serve.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Healthy Sex

Nothing could be more natural than an attractive, fit, and feminine married woman experiencing deep, passionate sex with a strong, masculine man.

So don't blame your wife for wanting this, needing this, experiencing this.

She still loves you. More than ever.

Trust me.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Intimacy without intercourse

Yes, it's possible. Sometimes desirable. A reminder a husband and wife can have their own special connection, leaving certain responsibilities for her lover.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

It's Time

"He's going to be here in five minutes, honey, we need to get the cage on you," your wife said softly, almost apologetic.

"Jen, please, can't we...can't we skip it?"

"Peter, we talked about this, I know you don't like it but he..."

"Jen," you interrupted, not wanting to hear her say it.

"He insists," she said sympathetically.

You swallowed, knew deep down inside it was your own fault...at least partially. "It's not fair, it was just one time."

She frowned, you knew she was thinking about that 'one time', that time you misbehaved, masturbated while she was out with him, the scene you caused when he brought her home. His calmness throughout. You knew a switch flipped that night, knew she saw you both different, knew she saw him as the strong, confident man and you, the opposite.

"Peter," she said, "it's just for a week."

That was the rub, of course, he didn't insist just on the night, but the whole week, too. A week in chastity every time they went out, a week in which all you could do is think about them without relief, a week that made you think only of their next night together. A week in which your only relief from the thoughts was to pamper her, serve her, and be intimate in a way that pleased only her.

Sunday, December 17, 2017


The cage has been on now for months. And months. And months.

So relief is through a milking, a squirt without an erection, release without erection, denial of an any kind of 'male' orgasm.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Thrusting Hips

When your wife thrusts her hips like this with her lover, it's an instinctual think; she's trying to get him to drive his cock deep into her, to take as much of his cum inside her as she can.

When she thrust her hips up like this with you, it's the same; but without knowing, she's trying to get you to drive your tongue deep into her, to lick clean as much of his cum as you can.

Friday, December 15, 2017


Yes, I still get jealous watching her suck his cock. I don't know why, after all this time, but it's both the most exciting thing and most humiliating thing.

Maybe it's how she does it, the eagerness.

Maybe it's way he sees it, almost an act of submission on her part.

Maybe it's the innocence of it, my normally demure wife with the bulbous head of a man's cock in her mouth.

Maybe it's the end, watching him cum in her mouth, watching her swallow as she looks up at him, something she never did to me, never, even before all this started.

"That's gross," she would tell me, telling me that's something she'd never do, making it clear if I ever did that, if I ever came in her mouth, she'd never...ever...put her mouth on it again.

And I never did, I never have. Not with her, not with any woman. Never. Not once.

Holiday Party

He's taking her to a holiday party, a quasi work thing, and instead of being jealous of their time together (which I am), I know I should focus on what I can help with, making sure she looks as pretty, elegant, and glamorous as she can. Making her evening stress free. Being there to support her, even them.

Thursday, December 14, 2017


"I'd tell you this isn't what it looks like," my young wife said when I came home unexpectedly early, "but the reality is this is exactly what it looks like."

"But...but he...it looks like..."

"I'm going to fuck her silly," he laughed.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Yep," he said. "Why don't you make us some dinner."

"Dinner?" I asked.

"Dinner, bitch," he said, "we're going to be awhile."


She didn't believe you.

You told her over and over you only liked women, but your wife didn't believe you; you told her again and again you weren't interested in men, but she didn't listen.

Because again and again you did what she wanted, sometimes eagerly.

First you licked her clean when she got home from a date.

Then you licked her clean with him there, right after he fucked her.

Next, you licked him clean after he finished, telling yourself it was her juices you wanted, not him.

But she wanted more.


And you did it.

Because eventually, you licked him before he fucked her, fluffed him, got him hard.

Because eventually, you licked him when he didn't fuck her, you sucked his cock, gave him blow jobs even when she wasn't there.

Eventually, his cock was in your mouth regularly.



"Did he or did he not cum inside you or not, pet?" my wife's friend, Sophia, asked her, menace in her voice.

"He...he did," my wife said, voice quivering.

"Gmmmff," I mumbled from the corner, silenced by the gag, immobile from the restraints holding me to the chair.

"And what did I promise you if that happened?" she asked my wife.

"A...a spanking," she said.

"Playful or serious?" her friend asked, toying with the waist band of my wife's panties

"S...serious," my wife answered, clearly afraid.

"Aaait," I tried to speak through the gag, "u...u ant..."

Sophia glared at me, silenced me with her eyes. "Speak again, you selfish prick, and it will be a week she can't sit, not just a day."

I said nothing, ashamed. Not that at what I'd done with my wife...she was my wife, after all...but that Sophia was going to punish her for doing something husbands and wives did.

"Mistress," my wife said softly, "I...I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted, pet, but I warned you, didn't I? That little penis of his does not go inside you. Ever."

"I...I know," my wife said.

"Not that we'll have that problem again, will you?" Sophia looked between my legs, at the small cage encasing my penis, securely locked, keeping me soft.

"Eeeeese," I begged.

"This is going to hurt, pet," Sophia said, "learn a lesson from it."

Tuesday, December 12, 2017


"Susan, what...what are you going here? Amy's in Chicago," I asked my sister in law, surprised to see her sitting in my living room.

"I know. There was apparently an incident this morning she asked me to address."

"In...incident," I swallowed.

"Something about someone being disrespectful, I believe?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, confused, why Susan was here, not believing my wife would have said something to her sister about our private life.

"Really? Because Amy said you took a tone with her," Susan narrowed her brow.

"I...maybe...but...I...I mean...that's between Amy and me...and anyways, I apologized," I said, not sure why I needed to defend myself to Susan.

"She told me you apologized," Susan said.

"So...so why are you here?" I asked, confused.

"I understand there are consequences to disrespecting Amy."

"C...consequences?" I said, mouth suddenly dry.

"A spanking?"

"Susan, we...that...that's none of your business!"

"Normally I'd agree, but Amy doesn't think delayed consequences send the right message to a husband."

"She what?"

"Delayed consequences send mixed messages," Susan said, "they let a husband think certain behaviors are appropriate when they're clearly not. So Amy thinks, anyway. Not that I disagree."

"Well, she...she's gone till the end of the week; even if she's right."

"Is she right, David?"


"Are delayed consequences unfair?"

"I...I suppose they are," I said, thinking I'd avoid having my ass reddened when Amy got home.

"I'm glad you see things her way, David; we wondered if you'd accept it this way."

"Wait...what way?" I asked.

"A spanking from me," she said, crossing her hands over her lap.

"F...from you?" I asked, eyes wide open. "Wait a minute..."

"Get the brush, David," Susan said.

"Wait a minute, you...you can't...Susan!"

"I understand there are special garments, too," Susan said.

My eyes went wide. "She...she didn't!"

"Special panties, I believe," Susan said grinning, "to remind misbehaving boys certain things are not tolerated."