♀ & I had our first cuckolding scene this past weekend. I’m not sure that either of us had a clear idea of what to expect, but the end result was beyond our wildest expectations. This was an important step for us and I really want to capture it…not just for you, the reader, but also for us to look back on…so it might take several posts to get it all out.

 

Do you remember me telling you about ♀ getting fondled at the last Exploratorium? During a brief conversation I had with Lord Batsu he suggested that ♀ & I come and visit he & his wife to further explore…ummm…stuff. At the time I sort of thought it was like saying  ‘let’s do lunch’. I mentioned it to ♀ and she liked the idea, but neither of us was sure if  he was serious. Exploratorium is a great way to try new activities, but you really don’t get the chance to have long in depth discussions with anyone.  It just seemed strange that he would invite us to his home.

 

I wrote a couple of posts about that Exploratorium and Lord Batsu emailed me and again suggested a visit. I forwarded his email to ♀ and told her it would be best if she dealt with LB directly. I wanted to be absolutely certain that I wasn’t pushing her into this and if she really was going to cuckold me, making the arrangements herself would be hotter.

 

A couple of emails  later and a date was picked and then things got off track. So we regrouped, took another of Jennifer’s excellent classes and a new date was picked. We still had no idea what to expect, but felt like we (♀ & I) were on the same page.

 

In the weeks leading up to our visit an impressive number of scenarios were included in our pillow talk. Most of these ‘what-ifs’ were discussed at length when we weren’t humping and for the most part we were able to agree on what we would do in these situations. Of all the unknowns (and there were lots of them) LB’s wife seemed to cause  the most concern. ♀ was convinced that there would need to be something in this for her…it couldn’t be all about ♀.

LB knows we’re interested in cuckolding.

Yes, but still.

We agreed that ’swapping’ wasn’t going to work for us.

I know, but…

You said you didn’t know if you could stand seeing me with another woman and I promised you that if you didn’t want that to happen it didn’t need to happen. Ever.

Maybe cuckolding is only going to work with single men.

You want Lord Batsu to be your first play partner.

Maybe he’ll fuck us both while you watch.

Maybe she’ll want to peg me.

Maybe you could give her oral.

Maybe…

 

We were in a love shop about a week before our trip and ♀ found an adorable Baby-doll nightie and some gorgeous thigh-high stockings with bows at the top. I bought them for her, but she refused to model them for me. She was saving them for Lord Batsu.

 

We had sex on Tuesday and after we’d finished she announced that that was to be my last orgasm until the weekend. The next morning she told me she’d masturbated after I’d left for work. I asked if she would reconsider not having sex with me until the weekend. She said she’d been thinking about that and she wasn’t sure if she’d even let me have sex then…she might make me wait until we got home.

 

She masturbated every night after I left for work and every morning she told me a different LB fantasy that had got her off. On Friday we picked out our clothes and lingerie and toys and lubes and safe-sex supplies. Then it was time to shave her. It needed to be perfect and  that meant much touching and of course that got her going again. I gave her the tongue test to make sure she was as smooth as possible, but when she started playing she pushed me away and said I could only watch. It didn’t take long for her to tell me to start licking again. Then she wanted to be fingered. Then she wanted my cock, but she absolutely did not want me to come.

 

I was sooo horny. It took more self control then I knew I had, but I did it. She orgasmed on my cock while I fucked her and when she was done she pushed me off and flicked the end of my penis like she was shooting a crokinole disk off the tip of it. All things considered I was pretty darn impressed with myself, but all she said was if I’d come after she’d told me not to, I would have been in serious shit.

 

More soon,

cheers,

♀ & sss

Hi there it’s me, ♀. I want to tell you about a Deviant Dining sss & I went to a few months ago. I worked that day. There’s been construction on the route we usually take to the Lounge so the commute  took twice as long as it should have. I may or may not have had a headache, but I remember not feeling my best. I probably would have enjoyed chatting with people I already knew, but I wasn’t really feeling up to ‘getting-to-know-you’ chats. sss was talking to several people at our table about…well he’d say he was talking about us, but really he was talking about his sissification. It doesn’t really matter, I’ve heard the spiel many times before and I was a million miles away.

 

Then out of the blue one of the men at our table turned to me and asked, “how has this been for you?”

“Oh sorry, I did not hear what you asked”

“How has being married to a sissy affected you?”

“Ummm, it’s just basically sss discovering who he is. It’s really not about me at all.”

 

There was an awkward silence and the conversation moved on in other directions. During the drive home sss mentioned he was embarrassed by what I had said.  He felt that the impression I gave was there was nothing in it for me, that it was all about him. I think there several different issues here. If I gave the impression that I don’t benefit or there’s nothing I like about being married to a sissy then I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant at all.

 

Have I grown sexually and emotionally during the past 9 years? Absolutely. But I think that has more to do with the sort of man he is (not just the sissy part) and the sort of relationship we have. As we’ve explored his sexuality, he’s also encouraged me to explore mine.

 

So what did my off-the-cuff comment at the Lounge mean? Well all of the ideas surrounding my husbands sissification have been his. Seriously, all of them. What it means to be a sissy. What he’d like to do for me and have done to him have all been his ideas or suggestions. So from that perspective, I stand by what I said.

 

But I get where he is coming from…yes all the ideas and suggestions come from him, but clearly I play a big part in how (or if) things go from there. I wasn’t losing any sleep fretting about it and I doubt he was either. It had come up in conversation a couple of  times. Mostly just what would be a more accurate way to explain ‘us’ if asked.

 

He sent me this blog post a few days ago. The blogger is commenting on another bloggers post (I didn’t actually read that 1) and they’re talking about cuckolding specifically, but I think what they were saying applies well to sissification in general. Much of  the post rings true, but after I’d thought about it for a few days I decided that sss is more like the producer. He’s the idea guy…big-general-never-ending-idea guy. I think I’m the director. I decide if his suggestions are going to be tried and after that then all the who what when where why and hows are up to me.

The producer and the director have different roles, but they are very much equals. If one or the other of us said something isn’t working, I’m absolutely certain that that something would stop.

 

That’s the one thing about all this sissy stuff that I’ve struggled with. It’s become a huge part of our life. He wants to be treated like a sissy all the time and that usually means being submissive. That’s all well and good, but at some level I need us to be equals as well. We  have talked about it over the years and he recognizes that need and  in many ways that equality just happens naturally. I think this producer/director idea will be a good way to explain ‘us’ and maybe even help on those days when we get off track.

 

 

Hugs,

♀

One of my uncles, an avid golfer sent me this…

 

I mentioned Jim a few months ago. Here’s a few more details about him: He & ♀ dated in high school. They were each others first true love. ♀ broke it off and broke his heart. They haven’t set eyes on each other in 20 years. They’ve been chatting on Facebook for about a year. His last marriage ended because his wife cheated.  He’s sinced remarried.  They live in another province. The company he works for is opening a branch office 90 minutes from here. He was going to be here getting things started for the new office all of last week. When I got back from rafting, ♀ told me she was going to be meeting Jim and that I wasn’t invited.

 

In the days leading up to the ‘date’, the things she and Jim would be doing (in his hotel room, in our bed, in the back of his car, in the men’s room) were very much a part of our pillow talk.  When we weren’t naked we did have several conversations about what might really happen and how we would handle any number of possibilities. She was fairly certain that his views on the sanctity of marriage would over-ride any feelings of lust he might have. She said if he flirted than she’d flirt back, but she wasn’t going to start anything. If there was flirting and chemistry and it seemed ‘right’ then yes, she’d probably have sex with him.

 

We took another one of Jennifer’s excellent classes a couple of days before and one of the subjects that was discussed was knowing…or trying to know…if there is going to be an emotional attachment to the person (or people) you’re playing with. That’s obviously not always an easy thing to do, but if all participants start off on the same page and everyone actually says what they’re feeling then hopefully big surprises can be avoided. Jennifer explained it much better, but you get the gist.

 

So emotional entanglement was one of the things ♀ & I talked about in regards to Jim. ♀ said that because they had once been madly in love that the emotional connection was built in. There wouldn’t be any point in denying it. I asked if she thought Jim would be able to keep that in perspective if they did have sex. She said that it would need to be discussed while they still had their clothes on, but yes, she was quite certain he would understand what it was and what it wasn’t.

 

An interesting (to me at least) little side bar: When we talked about playing with Lord Batsu,  ♀ insisted that I be involved…not just a casual observer. It was a deal breaker for her. Either I play too or she doesn’t go there. Anything with Lord Batsu would be play only…no emotional stuff.

There would be an emotion connection with Jim and I wouldn’t be invited to the party. She’d tell me about it, of course (’no sneaking’ is a hard rule), but she doesn’t picture me with them. I don’t know for certain if the just play…I participate vs emotional connection..I don’t participate will be how it is or if that only applies to these two situations, but I did notice.

 

So the day of the date I had a hard time concentrating at work. I crawled into bed with her when I got home and tried to get fresh, but she was having none of it. She asked me to have a shower with her and before she turned the water on I knelt below her and she gave me her morning pee to mark me with her scent. I’d shaved her pubes a couple of days before, but went over them again to make sure she was smooth. I shaved her legs and pits. I washed her hair. I helped her pick out her bra & panties and the clothes she’d wear to work that would easily convert to something a little sexier later. I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her email. Jim would be coming to our town and they would meet for appy’s.

 

♀ made a point of telling me ‘no masturbation’. I had a tough time sleeping. When I got up there were regular text messages designed to torment me all the way up to date time. I tried to keep busy…♀ had left a list of household chores she wanted done, but it didn’t fill up the hours. I kept imagining all the things they might be doing and it made me so freaking horny. It was the first time I ever thought having a cock cage might be a good idea. ♀ approving of all my orgasms was something I suggested as part of my sissification and it’s really been just done on the honour system. If I want her to treat me like a sissy then I’ll do what she says to do. We don’t call it ’sex’ until someone has an orgasm and it’s not masturbation until you come. I didn’t have an orgasm that afternoon, but I had many erections. I wouldn’t want to be in a cage for days and days, but I can see the value in not being able to touch it during specific events.

 

Anyway, ♀ called me 3 hours after she met Jim. They were coming to our house. The first thing I asked was ‘did she want me to leave?’ I could go to work early. She laughed and said no, but suggest I be dressed in boy clothes. They arrived a few minutes later. She commented on how nice the apartment looked. She offered Jim one of my beers and told me to get her a cold drink.  She told me to get the file and lotion so I could do her feet. She asked me to tell Jim what I asked her when she’d called. I told him I’d asked if she wanted me to leave. She looked at Jim and said, ’see, I told you so.’

I’m not sure if he thought we were just kidding, but if I’d been thinking a little quicker I would have added that I thought being able to hook up with an old flame 20 years later was seriously hot. He left before I went to work and he gave her a big hug in the hallway.

 

♀ seemed very pleased with how the date went. She’s been talking about him quite a bit…even to ‘vanilla’  friends.  Jim will be here fairly often over the next while getting the new office up and running. ♀ is hoping to see him again and isn’t ruling out the possibility of things going further.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Mini & I went on a 4-day camping/rafting trip last week. Four days is the longest he and I have ever spent alone together. It’s also the longest he’s ever been away from his mother and the longest I’ve been away from ♀.  The trip was a huge success and an adventure I don’t think either of us will ever forget. The only really big negative was my lack of sleep. I don’t know how people who travel between time zones do it. I’ve worked night shifts for close to thirty years and I just don’t sleep at night. To make things even more of a challenge, our air mattress deflated two of the nights.

 

We were suppose to be back to the base camp at 4 pm Thursday, but it was after 5 before we were ready to drive home. Sometime during the week I heard one of the guides talking about the iffy cell phone reception and neither of us turned our phones on before we left the camp.  We were about 90 minutes into the 2 hour drive when we decided we were hungry and stopped for dinner. It was getting close to 8 pm when we left the restaurant and I called ♀ while Mini sent a text to his mother.

 

I don’t know if it was because I was sleep deprived or was still wound up from the trip, but I completely forgot telling ♀ that I would call her before we left the base camp and we’d decide then what we should do about dinner. All that stuck in my head was she was starting a new diet while I was gone and dinner with Mini and I would be a big tease.  I was thoughtless and inconsiderate and I swear it was unintentional.

 

♀ was, understandably, angry and hurt and she stomped off to the pub to eat dinner by herself. She’d only been eating veggies for 4 days so the two glasses of wine she had with her BLT went straight to her head. She came home and had a few more quick glasses of wine and went to bed angry and drunk. I slept on the couch. It wasn’t how I pictured my first night back.

 

She went to work Friday morning, but felt so crappy she came home early and went back to bed. We got up together later that afternoon and tried to have a proper reunion. We started out kissing and touching and rediscovering each other. Then she went down on me. She didn’t tell me (as Jennifer had suggested) that she was going to give me the best blow-job of my life. Probably because at that point it was still just fore-play.

 

Not having sex for 5 days made me extra horny and reacting quickly to what ♀ was doing with her mouth and hands seemed to boost her confidence and she started using more of the techniques she’d learned in Jennifer’s class and that made me even more excited. It really was like the perfect storm for a blow-job. I did manage to tell her that if she kept doing what she was doing she’d be able to make me come.

 

She told me later that in that split second she knew she was still to hung-over to take a mouthful of cum so she decided she’d let me come on her breasts. She took my cock out of her mouth and right at that exact moment the first volley of cum

went

straight

up

her

nose.

 

Seriously, I couldn’t have had a more direct hit if she’d placed her nostril directly over my penis. To give you some idea of the force of that first shot, the second spurt of ejaculate landed on the pillow behind my left shoulder.

 

Apparently, having cum blasted into your nostrils isn’t nearly as much fun as say getting a really great blow-job.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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In about seven weeks SSS will be celebrating its 4th bloggeversary/blogday. Whatever you want to call it, four years is a very long time for a blog to be around. Some might suggest it’s been to long, but I still enjoy blogging and we’re still learning and life is still evolving.

 

You know what’s cool? Even after four years we still get new readers.  Harry Humper left us a comment recommending this very Libido Lounge-inspired video.

 

 

You know what else is cool? The traditional 4th anniversary gift is Flowers and the modern 4th anniversary gift is Silk. And that means LINGERIE!!!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

Before I tell you about the Cock-Sucking class we attended this week, I want to apologize for a couple of  terse emails I sent to Jennifer. It’s not like they were really ugly and ♀ did say that given the information I had…or rather, didn’t have…she (♀) could understand how I jumped to the conclusion I did, but the fact is I was wrong and if I’d really thought about all of our interactions with Jennifer during the past year, I would have known my assumptions were wrong.

We dealt with it in emails and in person and she probably hasn’t given it another moments thought, but I felt the need to admit my mistake.

 

 

 

Even if you’re not a Lounge member, if you ever get the chance to attend one of Jennifer’s classes you really should. They are a lot of fun. The first thing she wanted to know was why each of us were there and what did we hope to learn. Most people were there to learn new skills and gain confidence. I was the only attendee who had never played with someone else’s penis before so my answer was a little different. We took the G-Spot class a few months ago so Cock-Sucking just seemed fair. Also, fluffing a Bull is a common theme in our pillow talk and if we ever do play with another man then having some idea about what to do would probably be a good thing.

 

 

Everyone picked a dildo and the first thing we learned was how to put on a condom with our mouth. Then while we were playing with a variety of lubes, Jennifer showed us a whole bunch…seriously, lots…of different hand-job techniques. Then all the things (and spots) to do with our tongues. She talked a lot about attitude and eye contact and building up the excitement and if you do it right then the actual sword-swallowing, jaw-aching, porn-star cock-sucking  just gets done near the end.

 

 

She talked about the hotness of telling your man where you want him to come…boobs, pussy, ass, face, mouth…The best way to swallow, how to deep-throat. She showed us an entire table-full of toys and gadgets that could be used to pleasure someones penis and she had lots of other suggestions as well. There was a lot of information. I was glad that ♀ was taking notes.

 

 

♀ hasn’t tried out any of her new skills yet and I am trying not to be a pest about that.  She did use the Wartenberg neurowheel we bought at the class and was quite pleased with how high I jumped when she rolled it over my most sensitive bits.

 

 

OK, there is one more thing I should tell you about. The condom on the dildo I was using broke and I admit I probably need some practice keeping my teeth off of the penis, but do you think it was really necessary for ♀ to say loud enough for everyone to hear, “OMG, you chewed that condom right off!”

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 I organized her bra drawer; two colourful rows of  over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders. One row has back-clasp followed by sports bra’s and the other row is split between front-clasp and strapless. A tad anal? No, not really. Now she can see what she has and really, that was the only way to get them all to fit. To be honest, they didn’t all fit. She put  a few in one of my drawers. The ones she doesn’t wear, but still thinks are pretty. She says I can wear them with my inserts so at least ‘we’ can enjoy them. The reality is I can’t remember the last time I got dressed-up so we don’t really get to enjoy them, but they are pretty.

 

I’m no better. My panty drawer is so full I have to put some in my sock drawer. That’s the trouble with both of us having a weakness for lingerie. It’s very difficult to restrain ourselves.

 

We were in a department store a couple of weeks ago. We’d found whatever it was we’d gone in for and were on our way to pay when we happened to go past the lingerie department and of course they were having a sale. ♀ said that for every two pair of panties I bought, I had to get rid of three from my drawer. I asked if the same rule applied to her bra purchases?

 

Ummm, no.

That doesn’t sound fair.

I have the boobies so I make the rules. If you don’t like it we can just leave.

 

I bought four pair and I tossed out six old pairs of panties when we got home.

 

…you look at this picture and all you can think about is what are those pretty things on her feet called and where can I buy them?

 

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