Confessions of a Cuckold - Chapter 3
I was married for four years in a conventional manner, where the man was the leader and I was in the background. I'd been raised that way, and I assumed it was standard practice. My mother and sisters followed the same pattern in their marriages.
However, I wasn't content with this arrangement. I was dissatisfied in the bedroom, as sex was disappointing and unsatisfactory; frustrated professionally and socially, because he didn't allow me to develop. This prompted me to seek lovers.
My married friends introduced me to this idea.
My first lover was ordinary and unremarkable, a run-of-the-mill experience, but he gave me what I needed: a manly, well-endowed member that satisfied me.
I had been craving sex, lacking in quality and quantity from my marital life. I met a young, attractive guy, two years younger than me. I took off my underwear, spread my legs, and he satisfied the desire I'd been struggling with.
This was my first affair. It lasted three months. The guy moved on to greener pastures.
My second lover was a married man, twice my age.
He showed me that there were dominant men, like him, who dominated women by fulfilling their every desire. He wanted nothing more than to provide sexual pleasures, not denying me any sexual acts, like anal sex or using my mouth to please him. And there are women, born to be dominated, like myself.
He and the next lover taught me to be in control at home, dominant in the relationship.
As an introverted person, I didn't know how to assert myself.
The men, the lovers who slept with me, taught me everything.
They enlightened me on the nature of women, the theory of men, demonstrating how to satisfy my needs.
I learned that the woman in command is confident, full of pleasure, and knows how to cater to the needs of other men. That's when they experience ultimate satisfaction.
I became that woman - the goddess about town, seductive and intoxicating, redeeming my marriage.
My second husband, a handsome young man, taught me how to use my cuckold husband as a submissive. A willing servant, who welcomed orders. A slave, if you will.
I discovered that a woman in control, adventurous, full of passion, invokes fear and respect.
It was these lovers who turned me into the woman I am today - secure and sensual.
The first time I awoke in the morning, I took off my robe, slipped out of my underwear, spread my legs, and demanded that my now submissive husband suck my pussy. My husband was taken aback - he had always been the one to have his way.
I informed him that from now on, I would call the shots. If he wanted to taste my juices and indulge in my bosom, it would be on my terms.
I lay there, ordering him to lick my pussy, explaining that this was his new role in the marriage.
My now-obedient husband followed my instructions. He'd never accesses a pussy with his mouth before.
I told him that he'd have to grovel at my feet daily to experience the joys of my womanhood.
He had to position himself beneath me, kiss my vagina, suck, and lick my ass. He was at my mercy.
Our morning exercise was complete. He served as my sexual plaything to start his day right - in complete submission.
Then, I instructed him to go out and work so he could provide for me, the queen of the house.
It felt like a dream, outlandish and unbelievable. But I'd been taught that it could be achieved.
Many women are jealous, but their husbands are submitting to their every pleasure. There are even men who speculate that mine is a fiction.
I am the woman in control.
I have a man who caters to my every need.
A man who serves and obeyes me unconditionally.
He is the provider, payer of bills, a housekeeper, cook, and nurturer of the family. In public, he obeys the orders given by the woman leading the relationship.
And yet, he find fulfillment in my presence.
He amazes them at social occasions, hanging back, making sure all my every desire is met.
I own my husband; he is obedient.
I pay for his clothes, his snacks, and much more. Unwittingly, he works to earn wealth that I then distribute to the household's needs.
He may not handle housekeeping chores, but he does fill his role as a submissive.
I grow weary of household duties, so he does most tasks during the maid's off-days. Pourng me drinks and organizing my lingerie, which other men purchase.
The erotic movies I watch to fuel my desire feature a woman in complete control, with male slaves bending to her every whim. It's not my husband's style, but that's the premise of our marriage.
I no longer limit him in any way. He cannot complain about other men lusting after me or glancing at my backside. He is the submissive.
I make it a point to have him take care of sometimes mundane tasks whenever maids aren't working.
Movies with women in charge turn me on at night. I choose the films in which the woman in charge, the actress, is not passive, but commanding. Her subordinates are, of course, a horde of masculine partners. My husband watches alongside me but never voices his displeasure at the sight of his wife in control.
I playfully degrade him on a daily basis to maintain his submissive behavior.
I limit his sexual experiences, using various dildos for my own pleasure while he watches.
I achieve climax often, several times a day. In contrast, he seldom enjoys orgasms. This keeps him in a constant state of need, his balls full of untapped cum that he can only release with my consent.
I dominate his sexual experiences, highlighting my own encounters with other men.
He's powerless to resist my control and aware of my joy in sharing pleasure with other men.
This isn't an obsession or a requirement. It's about enjoyment, arousal, and sensual satisfaction.
My sisters witnessed the transformation of a dull, unenthusiastic husband into a well-behaved, trained companion.
They were ecstatic and requested introductions to my skilled lovers, with whom they enjoyed regular encounters, climaxes, and ultimately, became promiscuous submissives.
They tricked their husbands and instructed them to follow suit, spreading their legs wide open.
My mother was pleased as well.
I shared my older lover, a 59-year-old, with her, who consequently experienced numerous intercourse sessions.
After that, I referred her to a 20-year-old with a massive, insatiable penis. He enjoyed a long, intense night with her, turning her into a submissive as well, stretching her vagina.
Mom utilized this skill to dominate her partner.
We're now a family consisting of a group of promiscuous wives and obedient, cuckolded husbands.
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