I truly believe that time can potentially be the key (NPI,lol!) in this scenario. However, obviously, some women are simply not going to be interested, no matter how much time passes. With that said, I think a lot of men have a great deal of difficulty empathizing with their wives in general , consequently, when they finally decide to blurt out a secret sexual fantasy which has most likely been churning around in their heads for years, well, it seems as though their traditional lack of empathy has the potential to momentarily become non existent. Personally, both of the women I’ve attempted to serve as a cuckold had strong negative reactions to my initial inquiry, however, both did in fact, ultimately take the drivers seat! Albeit, I was extremely patient and often allowed it to completely fade into obscurity before bringing it back up.
With that said, it was never entirely eliminated from my daily thoughts and I regularly worked to present myself as a submissive partner, although I approached it all in a way which would probably best be described as vanilla. Meaning, I truly believed my current wife was a perfect candidate to become a femdom hotwife, as she was attractive, naturally bossy and sadly unsatisfied with my smaller than average tool. Therefore, I would often work incredibly hard to satisfy her orally and made everything in the bedroom about her. Moreover, when she complained about something that I may have previously attempted to argue about, I would push myself to be overly sweet and obedient and eventually she became very accustomed to getting her way. Perhaps needless to say, I wasn’t perfect at it and my life in other areas remained the same, as in all other aspects of my life, I am an alpha male ready and willing to compete with the world. Whilst, when home alone with my wife, I worked to please. As I am writing this I am thinking about some of her requests and some were so aggressive, that it’s almost hard for me to believe that she hadn’t grasped this was all part of something bigger for me. For instance, I remember her telling me that it bothered her when I peed because it was too loud, so I began to sit when I peed, all the while, knowing that one day I would bring it up in jest as part of my strategy to show her how her words were akin to commands. In fact, while she now knows that I ******** as she requested and never hears me anymore, I’m sure she doesn’t remember me pointing it out for the first time. However, I clearly remember saying “I’m really trying to be the sweetest husband, have you noticed, you haven’t heard me peeing anymore?” to which she replied, “actually now that you mention it, thank you!”. I can still recall being turned on and so excited to tell her that I now sit on the toilet, as I felt as though it positioned me in such a way that was both literally and figuratively feminine and submissive. However, even within the context of that conversation, I was careful not to go too far, as my instincts at the time would have been to inquire if she thought that I was “a good boy” or something along those lines. The point being, my “long game” was focused on allowing her to naturally become comfortable with her own requests of me, no matter how domineering they might appear if pointed out to virtually anyone outside of our personal relationship. Slowly but surely, I was doing the majority of housework, I spoke sweeter and sweeter, I became the partner who would leave the room to pass gas and she became a typical guy in that sense lol. However, I made sure she knew that her telling me something was “gross” was my cue to avoid subjecting her to that whenever humanly possible. In fact, after nearly 50 years of acting one way, I genuinely developed what I saw as somewhat feminine inhibitions when I was around her and I genuinely watched her become less inhibited around me.
In the bedroom, I threw myself into being all I could be when she permitted me to please her orally, I can still recall being surprised at just how harshly she was willing to treat me while I worked between her legs. It simply evolved into the equivalent of her truly believing that I was there to please her and should I not do it right, well, I obviously still required instruction and she was not required to hold back her frustration. It was happening, my wife was completely comfortable being angry at me if I didn’t eat her pussy correctly and I felt as though it was my fault! Not to mention, as I passed 50, I knew my mouth was now by far the best I had to offer and her interest in me trying to perform in any other way faded. One night, as the custom had become, I was mentally preparing myself to very politely ask her if she was interested in me trying to lick her to help her destress and I decided to finally once again attempt to advance our relationship. Importantly, at that moment, even though I was nervous to say the words, I truly believed that she somehow knew that she was a hotwife and she knew I was her obedient bestie. My heart raced, as I began to fully realize that by this point, she was quite possibly already cheating on me or that she surely knew she had permission from her sweet bff to do whatever she wanted. I was very nervous, which was something that had begun a few months earlier and began building to become apparent to both of us almost every time I initiated anything with her of late. My habit at that point was to slowly scoot closer and closer to her but my head would now emerge to closer to her breasts. I would then talk in an increasingly submissive voice, asking if she might be ok with me trying to help her relax. However, this time I felt as though she had become far more powerful than ever before and as I made contact I saw her glance down at the man who was clearly no longer her equal, as I looked up she stared me down, indicating that she was waiting for me to address her. As I fearfully looked at her with complete devotion, I said “Sweetheart, I think I really need to apologize to you for a few things.”. She remained completely confident and seemingly knew that whatever it was that I was about to say, it was not something that was going to rattle her one way or another, she had become completely in charge of her husband and she knew it. In fact, she probably knew that any apology on my part would be sweet and loving. Which it was “Honey, I think I really need to try to apologize for being so little down there”, the excitement of saying that somehow was so intense that it brought my mind and my entire body to a nearly orgasmic state. Her response was delivered in the form of a woman completely at ease with knowing she controlled so much of me, “ok” she said calmly while maintaining eye contact.
Me:
“You are my Queen and you deserve to be satisfied”
Wife:
“Awww, I know love”
Me:
“I want you to know that I know, that you are really able to do whatever, you are beautiful and I feel so lucky to be able to please you however you see fit (I may have almost been stuttering), I hope I’m saying this in a way that shows respect but I need you to understand”
Wife:
(Calmly) “Understand what sweetheart?”
Me:
“That you are, well, Uhmm, you know, not like, well, you deserve a handsome strong, big, man to please you whenever and I am happy to leave the house or take you somewhere, or whatever, I want you to feel like you could do that and come back to a husband who wouldn’t be angry or jealous”
Wife:
“That’s really sweet, are you sure you can handle that?” (Begins to stroke my hair)
Me:
“Honestly, I know I can and I am really sorry”
She proceeded to extract some very important and sincere apologies, almost as if she was in a very similar place to me. She embarrassed me but did so in a loving way, she teased me for being “really little” but she laughed with me and above all she made sure that I knew she saw me as her sweet little bestie, who was going to obey her every whim and never try to stifle her sexuality. We cuddled and played for a while that night, until she mentioned something about how she gets super excited being on her knees in front of a big man. Having not ever received a serious blowjob from my wife of many years, hearing and visualizing this generated “a little mess”, as my beautiful wife called it.
A few days later, for the first time ever, I received a call from her, informing me that she was meeting a friend from work. It was a man I had met a few times, perhaps ten years my junior, still in excellent shape and probably someone most women would consider “hot”. My hotwife was a cougar as well!
I never asked her if she active prior to this, as from that point forward, she shared many incredibly exciting details with me. Naturally, there are many times where life is less exciting and much more normal than some of these moments.
A few weeks ago, we went out to a casino / bar, which is attached to a hotel. As my wife had arranged to meet some friends there. She kindly invited me to tag along, as fortunately no all night apart overnights have ever transpired. One of the women was her best friend from high school, who we see fairly regularly, however something new was happening and it became clear to me that my wife’s friend was at least partially aware of our arrangement. After my wife and I were both introduced by our first names, with no reference to us being a married couple, her friend took my arm and led me to a slot machine where we hung out awhile. Upon my return, my wife was far more relaxed and clearly flirting with a man, as I approached she said “you met my friend ___”, my stomach dropped with excitement and I slowly meandered away. That night, I slept in the living room area of a hotel suite, while my wife took the bedroom. Maybe, I can write more about that another time, however, the
Initial experiences described took place over a period of 2-3 years and marked my second such relationship, with this one having become far more exhilarating.
I simply cannot imagine enjoying anything more than waiting impatiently for my beautiful hotwife to arrive home to a clean house, being totally excited to chat with me after her time with a handsome, younger, stronger man who can give her what she needs and deserves. She arrives home to her bff, me, lol, still always eager to hear the details and on occasion after describing her adventure, she has confidently pushed my face into her swollen pussy, I’m happy to smell her but I simply cannot lick until she’s cleaned up. All said, I guess when push comes to shove, I am still a man who lays down the law! lol!
