My fascination: Wives, Vixens and Cuckoldresses
What is it about these genres that fascinates me sexually? I have given this much thought over the years.
I'm a single man and when I was married I didn't have a fixation with sharing my wife with others; the odd fantasy yes, but it was hardly a constant for me. When I became single I found myself looking for female company and I wasn't looking for another long term relationship, but someone to spend sporadic good times together including good adult fun.
I was never attracted to young women. They are cute and heartwarming and yet they are never really exciting to me; not sexually, and this is when I stumbled into extremely desirable women in their late 30s, 40s and 50s which was fit well for my age but there was a catch: most (if not all of them) were married and in stable family relationships ... and then I met Laura (we'll call her Laura here).
Laura is brunette, tall and elegant, Hungarian, with a torso built like a Eastern European ballerina and a pair of wide hips, strong legs and a pert bubble but you could bounce coins off. This is what struck me at a distance, but up close her fiery gray to dark blue eyes could have knocked me off my feet. We both lived in London at the time and I met her at an apartment store, both of us looking for a pressure cooker (of all things), struck a conversation about her country and its food which would not make me think we would end up sharing a coffee and having a flirty chat where she mentioned more than once "my husband is never around" and smiling coyly. Laura was a home maker and married to one of those "banker types" in London where we both lived. I was terribly attracted to her and -she told me later- she was attracted to me.
We exchanged phone numbers and she texted me that very night: "we should go out for dinner one day". I jumped at the opportunity and we met shortly thereafter. Dinner turned to drinks, drinks into heavy petting and I teased: "Laura, you are a married woman" to which she said: "does that turn you off or on?" which then and there I realized it turned me on, VERY MUCH.
Here I had a gorgeous married woman in my arms who had taken a vow of fidelity to her husband and yet had my tongue down her throat and my hand up her sweater cupping her sweet, perky breasts with her hard and pointy nipples squeezed between my fingers.
It was the experience and the thought that this committed woman who was otherwise happily married and contempt with her life would step away from her vows to satisfy her sexual desires and little else. A wealthy woman with a perfect family life other than sexual satisfaction, and it showed. She asked for nothing else than my time and her satisfaction.
Sex-positive and seriously into it. That is what Laura "the wife" represented for me. With a kinky and free imagination and wanting to live up her desires and fantasies. It felt somewhat taboo in a culture where wedding vows of fidelity are asserted, but it was also blindingly exhilarating each and every time we met.
... then there was Katerina, the German vixen. I met her at a bar in Berlin while out on my own during a business trip. Petite, blond, very attractive and dressed up like a woman "looking for some action", but she was there with her husband. When I first saw them I dismissed the sight of her as just a woman out on a date night with her man and dressed sexy for him. I could not keep my eyes from turning to her more often than should be allowed. Eventually she smiled to me, leaned over to her man and said something I could not hear and walked up to the bar and offered to buy me another beer; first in German in then in perfect English, so I asked what I might do in return, and she answered: "join me and my husband for some fun, that's all".
And "fun" we had. Serious adult fun back in my hotel room. This was the first time I "tag teamed" a woman, and while I speak very little German the image is still branded in my brain when, while riding her man and sucking on my cock she looked up at me and said: "fick minen arsch". WOW! And DP her we did. Several times. She was insatiable and also what seemed to me, deeply connected with her man and talked dirty to him the whole way through. It was very arousing.
We met again for play a couple of days later before I returned to London, and we never stayed in touch. They both explained to me that this was not about getting to know each other, but merely about her unrelenting sexual satisfaction, which I both understood and respected.
Katerina was my second experience with a wonderful and sex-positive woman, openly embracing her desires and her wants, and she was amazing.
Over time I find myself almost exclusively attracted to these personalities, and visiting sites like AFF for other experiences. That is how, already living in the US, I met John and Cathy. He approached me first describing himself as a cuckold incapable of satisfying his wife and always excited to know and watch his wife being fucked by other dominant men. They lived in upstate New York while I lived in Manhattan at the time, and we exchanged messages, flirted, and even got "hot and heavy" over telephone calls where she described for both of us how she wanted me to fuck her ... and it included every which way possible.
Cathy's talk was full of "watch me" phrases for John and urged me to call her a slut and a whore for her husband to hear. This took some getting used to. I am not one to call a woman a slut (or worse) but discovered that I can, and that it is very arousing if and when she is into it. The verbal abuse when performing in front of John was intoxicating because she would do anything and everything I asked her to do. An amazing "male power trip" if you will, but it got me off as much because both of them would encourage it and enjoy it, and John loved the role down to allowing me to have his wife over for a weekend as long as he was allowed to listen over the phone or watch on a video call. Cathy could be unusually cruel and tell him he could only listen, or flat out tell him he would have to imagine it all in his head and hang up on him to never pick up again despite the incessant ringing of her phone. She used to say "that's when he gets off the hardest and the best", when he can't see or hear what we are doing and lets his imagination run wild.
Cathy and John also had a full family life. Married by the church and as she would say: "but with a twist, because I'm a slut" and laugh out loudly. I never truly understood John's psyche but Cathy's was enough for me. Yet again, slightly cruel to her husband but in a way that seemed to work quite well for both of them and certainly got Cathy off like a banshee, and I was fortunate enough to be part of that for several months because I loved it too.
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If you have read this far you may think this is little more than a bland recount of sexual exploits, but it is not. It is true to its subject line and my fascination and preference for mature women who are true to their sexuality and what they really want, and want it even when it defies cultural norms and have the sex-positive attitude to verbalize it and act upon it willingly.
There are really few things in life as exciting and fulfilling as fucking a woman who "really wants it", so say it again with me: Wives, Vixens and Cuckoldresses.
I'm a single man and when I was married I didn't have a fixation with sharing my wife with others; the odd fantasy yes, but it was hardly a constant for me. When I became single I found myself looking for female company and I wasn't looking for another long term relationship, but someone to spend sporadic good times together including good adult fun.
I was never attracted to young women. They are cute and heartwarming and yet they are never really exciting to me; not sexually, and this is when I stumbled into extremely desirable women in their late 30s, 40s and 50s which was fit well for my age but there was a catch: most (if not all of them) were married and in stable family relationships ... and then I met Laura (we'll call her Laura here).
Laura is brunette, tall and elegant, Hungarian, with a torso built like a Eastern European ballerina and a pair of wide hips, strong legs and a pert bubble but you could bounce coins off. This is what struck me at a distance, but up close her fiery gray to dark blue eyes could have knocked me off my feet. We both lived in London at the time and I met her at an apartment store, both of us looking for a pressure cooker (of all things), struck a conversation about her country and its food which would not make me think we would end up sharing a coffee and having a flirty chat where she mentioned more than once "my husband is never around" and smiling coyly. Laura was a home maker and married to one of those "banker types" in London where we both lived. I was terribly attracted to her and -she told me later- she was attracted to me.
We exchanged phone numbers and she texted me that very night: "we should go out for dinner one day". I jumped at the opportunity and we met shortly thereafter. Dinner turned to drinks, drinks into heavy petting and I teased: "Laura, you are a married woman" to which she said: "does that turn you off or on?" which then and there I realized it turned me on, VERY MUCH.
Here I had a gorgeous married woman in my arms who had taken a vow of fidelity to her husband and yet had my tongue down her throat and my hand up her sweater cupping her sweet, perky breasts with her hard and pointy nipples squeezed between my fingers.
It was the experience and the thought that this committed woman who was otherwise happily married and contempt with her life would step away from her vows to satisfy her sexual desires and little else. A wealthy woman with a perfect family life other than sexual satisfaction, and it showed. She asked for nothing else than my time and her satisfaction.
Sex-positive and seriously into it. That is what Laura "the wife" represented for me. With a kinky and free imagination and wanting to live up her desires and fantasies. It felt somewhat taboo in a culture where wedding vows of fidelity are asserted, but it was also blindingly exhilarating each and every time we met.
... then there was Katerina, the German vixen. I met her at a bar in Berlin while out on my own during a business trip. Petite, blond, very attractive and dressed up like a woman "looking for some action", but she was there with her husband. When I first saw them I dismissed the sight of her as just a woman out on a date night with her man and dressed sexy for him. I could not keep my eyes from turning to her more often than should be allowed. Eventually she smiled to me, leaned over to her man and said something I could not hear and walked up to the bar and offered to buy me another beer; first in German in then in perfect English, so I asked what I might do in return, and she answered: "join me and my husband for some fun, that's all".
And "fun" we had. Serious adult fun back in my hotel room. This was the first time I "tag teamed" a woman, and while I speak very little German the image is still branded in my brain when, while riding her man and sucking on my cock she looked up at me and said: "fick minen arsch". WOW! And DP her we did. Several times. She was insatiable and also what seemed to me, deeply connected with her man and talked dirty to him the whole way through. It was very arousing.
We met again for play a couple of days later before I returned to London, and we never stayed in touch. They both explained to me that this was not about getting to know each other, but merely about her unrelenting sexual satisfaction, which I both understood and respected.
Katerina was my second experience with a wonderful and sex-positive woman, openly embracing her desires and her wants, and she was amazing.
Over time I find myself almost exclusively attracted to these personalities, and visiting sites like AFF for other experiences. That is how, already living in the US, I met John and Cathy. He approached me first describing himself as a cuckold incapable of satisfying his wife and always excited to know and watch his wife being fucked by other dominant men. They lived in upstate New York while I lived in Manhattan at the time, and we exchanged messages, flirted, and even got "hot and heavy" over telephone calls where she described for both of us how she wanted me to fuck her ... and it included every which way possible.
Cathy's talk was full of "watch me" phrases for John and urged me to call her a slut and a whore for her husband to hear. This took some getting used to. I am not one to call a woman a slut (or worse) but discovered that I can, and that it is very arousing if and when she is into it. The verbal abuse when performing in front of John was intoxicating because she would do anything and everything I asked her to do. An amazing "male power trip" if you will, but it got me off as much because both of them would encourage it and enjoy it, and John loved the role down to allowing me to have his wife over for a weekend as long as he was allowed to listen over the phone or watch on a video call. Cathy could be unusually cruel and tell him he could only listen, or flat out tell him he would have to imagine it all in his head and hang up on him to never pick up again despite the incessant ringing of her phone. She used to say "that's when he gets off the hardest and the best", when he can't see or hear what we are doing and lets his imagination run wild.
Cathy and John also had a full family life. Married by the church and as she would say: "but with a twist, because I'm a slut" and laugh out loudly. I never truly understood John's psyche but Cathy's was enough for me. Yet again, slightly cruel to her husband but in a way that seemed to work quite well for both of them and certainly got Cathy off like a banshee, and I was fortunate enough to be part of that for several months because I loved it too.
- o -
If you have read this far you may think this is little more than a bland recount of sexual exploits, but it is not. It is true to its subject line and my fascination and preference for mature women who are true to their sexuality and what they really want, and want it even when it defies cultural norms and have the sex-positive attitude to verbalize it and act upon it willingly.
There are really few things in life as exciting and fulfilling as fucking a woman who "really wants it", so say it again with me: Wives, Vixens and Cuckoldresses.
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