Inception.

I decided to start this blog to dispel some myths about so-called bulls, the wifey's they enjoy and the cuck's that thrill at the prospect. I also want to start my own salacious rumors and wild claims, some of which might even be true. ~wink~

First let me start with how I got to this point in writing this up, and then I'll get around to how it is that a man of slender build, average looks finds himself enjoying the stunning (at times) wives of men who one would think from outward appearances have everything their better half might need.


I was googling "hot wife" and even ~embarrased to admit~ "slut wife" although in my experience the former is the more likely description if a man is interested in pimping out his wife, so to speak. I ran into some hot-wife blogs, some cuckold blogs, but mostly I ran into wistful blogs of the dangerous kind. Men who fantasize about encouraging (with to-date limited to no success) their spouse to take a lover. Or two. Or three. At once. ~smile~


Interesting reading.


It seems evident to me at least from the outside that the solution for these men is fairly simple. Go to your nearest Marriot Residence Inn, or Hilton Or Radison or really, any chain hotel that caters to the travelling businessman.



The all have some sort of bar/restraunt/club attached or at least nearby where men in suits inaapropriate for the climate (too light, too heavy it never seems to be right) congregate.


If the wife has expressed any interest at all, you simply take a little too long in the bathroom and SOMEBODY is gonna hit on her. Ive seen it. I've done it. I'll do it again..Can I give you my room number when I am in town. ~kidding~ Well sort of.

If your wife has been completely dissinterested in the idea or youve not dared to approach the subject, again go, then leave. Come back. Discuss. Repeat.


Probably not that simple actually. But it might be.


I sowed not to many oats prior to marriage, having exactly 17 individual examples of forbiden carnal and various sinful knowlege of girls and women prior to consumating a sexual relationship that led to marriage in my early 20's. How do I know? Because I kept a "Little Black Book" Still have it. Got the idea from Happy Days Fonzie I think. I even used a little four star score card to indicate which base I acheived. This varied a bit as I became subtly aware of a more wide ranging world of sexual alternatives that a 'good girl' might allow. I was raised a little Catholic which is like being a little pregnant so guilt is both a constant companion (still) and a kinky aphrodisiac.

Our Dear President Clinton gave us sexual parsing of words so I feel I should elaborate a little. I only had sex with that woman, Miss XXXXXX three times, not once. I had actual penetrative sex as defined as one penis in one vagina with three individual girls prior to meeting the lovely if slightly treacherous at the end Mrs. Ferdinand. I, personally think that the fourth and fifth on my "nailed it" list should count as well.

One we will call her Debbie (arent they all called Debbie whether form Dallas or not?). She was enjoying the attentions of the friend of a co-worker who was fascinated by the fact that as he put it..'She likes it up the butt.' I had heard of such but not in any detail to speak of so I made it a point of getting to know her. The friend had given the background that she only gave it up that way, he theorized it was a pregnancy fear as his friends had purchased condoms and still she refused her virginal passage. I too, enjoyed her dark secret, finally and with not too much leg-work before, and even eventually asked her about it. She giggled a bit about it confiding that she wasn't actually even a virgin elsewhere but that it felt good, seemed naughtier to her and kept guys guessing about her status. I'm getting a bit off-track here but since I alluded to it there was a girl who was an enthusiastic practitioner of fellatio as well and if that wasn't sex the way she did it, I'll eat Clinton's cigar. Under Oath.


The rest I discount not at all since the fumbling gropings, fingerings, strokings, fondling and lickings were for me then and now, just as fulfilling in their explorations as 'deeper' connectivity.


Since the divorce...rather not go into it, painful, but probably will at some point talk about it since it is more than relevant and has me in the role of the reluctant cuckold..I have added sexual summaries to 108 pages of 4 different little black books. I feel more than a little sophomoric keeping track and feel sure if any of them could read my assessments they would cease to graciously lend their bodies to me, but on the other hand most of them are of the one-night stand variety. Which is more than half the point. Variety.


It started 5 (6 now?) years ago. I was amidst a divorce that I didn't cause (so far as I could see at the time) was traveling a lot. Wounded by my wife's unapologetic affair that led to her declaration that she was "moving on." like this was High School and giving back the class ring (In this case a platinum setting with modest looking investment grade stones..she had no idea really what she gave back.)


I had been traveling prior to my wifes affair for several years in my role of training essentially salesmen after an earned and remunerative promotion. I would be lonely. Even the hookers that don;t look like hookers nursning drinks at the hilton looked pretty warm and invinting at times. But I resisted. The batchelrette party raucaous in the corner, inebriated, one or two casting a grin my way...at least in my fantasies, I did not avail myself though.


The cute bartender? I flirted outrageously knowing if I got back to my snug bed on the phone to my increasingly distant wife before her shift ended, I was safe.


The cute little latina maids? Love them...seemd just wrong to hit on them, but I over-tipped an fantasized. Ditto for waitresses. Flirted with them if they had a ring on.


Always liked married women. Co-workers, clients, woman in the produce aisle sniffing the navel of a cantaloupe gave me all kinds of ideas. I thought at the time its because the hot ones get snatched up off the market. I realize now I like the apparent unavailability. And availing myself of them.


My first was a fellow traveler, married. In a bad marriage to hear her tell it. I didn't want to hear her tell it and only mumbled agreeably and bedded her in a revenge fuck with her standing in for my cheating wife I think now.


I felt guilty, and as I mention this is arousing for me a bit. Odd that, the guilt. I felt not at all guilty about her marriage, but my own. I had not cheated in all the years I was married and hear I was all but but divorced, but for the mildly undecided argument about marital assets, and my own wife was that nigh as she had been for nearly a year "way across town" as hmm whats his name puts it with him holding her as he had been for months. They lived together. In my house. So yeah Ive got issues and maybe fucking other men's wives is sort of a cosmic get-even, but not really.


I found that plenty of men LIKE having their wives get a little on the side. Some I met, some I didn't. Some watched, some participated, and some (maybe most) never knew.


As far as the myths go, in my experience from meeting couples, the men don;t cotton to be talked down to, (usually) and the women are a bit reluctant if thrilled with the attention. Reassurrances are needed all around, and the men generally speak of their wives in pretty complimentary terms. Like when you buy a used car they guy is obviously fond of. He talks it up, but more to the point wants to hear from you what fine potential it has. I learned early that you get a better deal telling the guy that you really like the car and would gladdly offer his asking price if you had the means, rather than running it down. Maybe thats the secret to my success with my role as the 'other guy' too. It is all sales after all.


Anyway. I am a bit conflicted here. I am eager to spill the delicious details I generally keep to myself, but feel a little silly with the need for others to know. I mean you have the conquest, talking about it seems unseemly. You should see some of the sex, pretty unseemly stuff. Just the sort of things a guilty Catholic thrives on. I kinda wish I had put in for alter boy..would have made a better read.