chas allen
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It strikes me that the wannabe cuckold has one helluva task on his hands if he truly wants to be cuckolded. One of the key, even essential aspects of the cuckolded man, is that over the years his wife just has to have given off positive signs, perhaps just subconsciously, about having sex with other men. Some wives may well have made the running in the first place but most, I'd imagine, were a bit like Barbara, my ex, whose comments and actions during the years of our marriage, helped fuel what became my raging desire for her to have other men. Like if a couple's sex life has deteriorated, for example, I'd reckon that wife would be more likely to have an affair behind her husband's back than agree to make him a willing cuckold. Barbara always had a very healthy sexual appetite so that even after 15 years of marriage, she still desired sex a minumum of 3 times a week. She also admitted to just liking being fucked, like just laying there and having a man fuck her. Many women I'd say also feel this but by the same token more than a few would tend to supress it or banish it to the realms of fantasy. When I added up all the different and various signs Barbara had given off over the years, and now with the benefit of hindsight, it was almost a foregone conclusion. The night I finally got Barbara to take that crucial first step, after we'd just had sex, will long stay in my memory. I'd said something like: 'You do know that I really do want you to have sex with another man, don't you?' This was said because I'd reached a state of mind where her doing so was almost an obssession and I just wanted it to happen. We'd both admitted that during sex thoughts and fantasies of her doing so swam through us, and Barbara had begun now to join in the game, even to the extent of admitting that during masturbation, which I'd encouraged her to start doing some time before, she fantasised about having sex with other men. Her reply, after a few seconds had elapsed and in the dark and whispered was something like 'But suppose I preferred sex with someone else?' That reply or something very much like it, are magic words to the wannabe cuckold. I know that I immediately said something along the lines of: 'That would turn me on even more, especially when you came home and told me all about it, and during sex as well. I'd love you to be masturbating me while telling me how much you preferred your lover's cock to mine.' Just about a week or two later she'd had her first lover.
To me, if the wannabe cuckold can't raise his desires with his wife, it's only because he kind of fears her reactions or is not sure of them.
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chas allen
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Well, over the years it's like a build up of events and things that eventually almost make your mind up for you. In much the same way as wanting to become a cuckold, for me at least, was something that also built up over the years. Like although I didn't realise why at the time of different things happening, I never felt the slightest degree of jealousy or anger if another bloke looked at some girl I was going out with and I just could never understand why a man would want to have a go at another bloke in such circumstances. And when married, if other men ever looked at Barbara, I didn't ever feel bothered about it. Of course, later on, that became just part of the turn-on.
You take this event, for example. We'd only been married a week and were staying in my parents' house because the flat we were going to rent wasn't vacant yet. My man was working away and we had my parents' bedroom. Anyway, to cut a long story short, one Saturday morning we'd been having a good old session in bed and were on our third fuck, when my brother, who's three years older than me, suddenly burst into the room, as there was a full length mirror in one of the wardrobes and he was on his way out. He genuinely had forgot that we were there. The sight that met his eyes - the whole thing wouldn't have lasted more than a second or two - was of Barbara on all fours, completely naked, with me ploughing into her from behind. She kind of squealed and he just as quickly rushed out. Incidentally, the thought of inviting him to join in would have been a million light years' away. Anyway, three or so years later, on his stag night and with a fair amount of take inside him, he raised his glass to that moment, thanking me and Barbara for the sight that met his eyes. The way he spoke about it I just knew that he'd fantasised and wanked off over it and her, you could just tell. But later when I told Barbara about him bringing it up and so on - and this was still a long way from when I started wanting her to have sex with other men - her reaction was one of those signs, because far from being disgusted, she was sort of chuffed. Now, of course, I realise that she was very much turned on by the thought of a man she wasn't married to, masturbating over her. About 18 years down the track my brother, John, became her second lover.
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