Embracing my perversion
Mostly sub and I've developed a particular interest in cuckolding scenarios in recent years. I have been lucky enough to have some real-life experience. None of the photos or videos are mine; let me know if you want me to remove your content. No minors, please! While you're here, check out my long, multi-chapter stories. Here's the index. Shorter story captions are tagged #story. I've edited and backed up my multi-chapter stories to literotica as well; you'll find my profile here. To celebrate 10k followers (more than 14k now!), I curated my favourite posts month by month. You'll find my selection under the hashtag #retrospective. New series of short posts: the ABC of cuckoldry. This blog contains fantasies that include lack of consent, potentially dangerous practices, and the use of homophobic slurs for the purposes of erotic humiliation. All of that is fantasy and not real life. I do not condone or encourage any of this in real life--never confuse the two! All characters in stories and captions are adults. Be safe, be sane, and respect people's limits!
ABC of cuckoldry
R: Road trip
Everyone loves a good road trip, of course! However, ever since you became a cuck, they became even more exciting. The cuck does all the work: you book the hotels, seek out interesting places to visit, look up restaurants, carry the bags, and of course do the driving.
And, while you're driving, your hothusband/hotwife is on their phone. They ask you for the name and address of the hotel; you give the information to them, they type something. Their phone dings, they read it, and they're all smiles. Clearly, they're setting up a date for your next stop. Next, they ask when you'd be arriving there. They may even show you some pics: "Isn't he amazing? A real man! Don't you think that that's just what I deserve?" You wanted to make a stop along the way, but now clearly they just want to get to the hotel as quickly as possible.
You do the check in, carry the bags up to the room, while they're on their phone, messaging, blushing and smiling. The room, of course, has a cuck chair, but there's still about a 50/50 chance that they'll tell you to 'go explore the neigborhood and maybe scope out a restaurant for us to go to later; I'll text you when we're ready and you can come back'. (Whether 'restaurant for us' means you and your hotwife/hothusband, or them and their bull will be a surprise.) Or, maybe you'll get lucky and get to put the cuck chair to good use. Either way, the first part of tomorrow's drive, you'll hear all about how good this bull was, and the second part of the drive will be devoted to setting up tomorrow new dates.
Road trips are exciting, because you get to explore new areas, spend time together, see new places. Most importantly, they open up a whole new catalog of bulls with beautiful big dicks that put your little dicklet to shame for your hotwife/hothusband.