Army cuck
Couple
Sometimes but not in a creepy way. I only think about it with friends that I’ve opened up to about it, sexted at some point, and are into it. For example before I met my wife, obviously I was searching for a cuckoldress. As I made female friends I would be honest about what turns me on. One was a freak that often had orgies, almost married a bbc, and loved the idea of herself in chastity and unable to have sex with me or anyone. Another was ultra submissive and loved the idea of just being a sex slave to a bbc whenever he wanted while with me. Another was just your run of the mill sex fiend that proffered bbc but wasn’t exclusive.
Sometimes I fantasize about the three of them, my wife, and myself all on a vacation. We’re staying in a condo or something and they all have a BBC of their own for the trip, met locally or brought along. Throughout the whole trip 3-4 days, they’re having wild sex and I only watch, clean up, and jerk off. It gets me hot thinking about all of them seeing me like that. Like a complete power shift because in day to day life they don’t see me that way but here I’m stripped of everything they saw me as.
They get great sex and see me on the outside looking in on their vacation hopelessly arroused but not invited to truly participate. They belong to the other guys and I’m the one left out but stays around to pick up scraps but doesn’t get any.
I can’t fantasize about someone I’ve never spoken to about it. It makes me feel creepy.
Sometimes I fantasize about the three of them, my wife, and myself all on a vacation. We’re staying in a condo or something and they all have a BBC of their own for the trip, met locally or brought along. Throughout the whole trip 3-4 days, they’re having wild sex and I only watch, clean up, and jerk off. It gets me hot thinking about all of them seeing me like that. Like a complete power shift because in day to day life they don’t see me that way but here I’m stripped of everything they saw me as.
They get great sex and see me on the outside looking in on their vacation hopelessly arroused but not invited to truly participate. They belong to the other guys and I’m the one left out but stays around to pick up scraps but doesn’t get any.
I can’t fantasize about someone I’ve never spoken to about it. It makes me feel creepy.