She's put an end to it before it even started.

As i said..... it makes no sense at all

Women are a walking contradiction. They basically have two modes of operation because they have a dual mating strategy while men have a single mode. The first is the direct pleasure mode, her basic hedonistic desires, this means she will follow her most inherent desires in a very short term fashion. A good thing to remember is you do not need to be the right guy to fuck a girl, you only need to be there at the right time.

So if she has some desire and she is in direct pleasure mode she will fuck you, assuming you can offer the pleasure she wants in the moment. The second is long term pleasure mode, which means that she believes certain things will give her long term pleasure, these include a long term commitment, marriage, a house/children or some career and a job outside the home.

These two base instincts are in total war with each other at all times, she might be in the direct pleasure mode and want to fuck the hot guy in the middle of the party, but her long term pleasure mode will try to stop her from doing that because she will lose social status and being labeled as a "slut, whore, skank" in social status will bring her less direct long term happiness. Therefore she refrains to avoid that loss in social status. Of course if she can avoid the impact of direct pleasure on her long term pleasure she will not be held back by that second. This is the "it just happened" or "it was an accident" excuse she uses when she is caught cheating.

She makes all of these choices based on what she feels will give her long term pleasure, however her direct pleasure mode is not being satisfied. She might be married and have a stable family life, but she is not fucking the hot guy down the street for example. Instead of accepting this flaw in her mating strategy, or learning to master it like men do, she blames all the people around her for not satisfying her every want and need which is not possible because those two needs are in conflict. she cant have both at the same time or fuck the hot guy and fuck the stable guy, or be married and still single and this leads to the constant unhappiness.

So she searches for marriage/commitment because of her long term pleasure mode, but resents the fact that she can no longer have access to, or has to give up her direct pleasure mode. Most women will just blow up their relationship so they can get the direct pleasure mode back, and at 40+ find out the hard way they cant get the long term pleasure mode anymore because men have their own mating strategy and 40+ divorced women are not included in it.

Essentially women resent the fact that their direct pleasure mode is interfering with access to their long term pleasure mode.

For example, he should not care that I have had 100 men fuck me before we met, or that I have children from a previous relationship, or that I was a sex worker, or the numerous other excuses women have to justify their poor planning or decision making. This internal battle goes on and on and on inside every woman their entire life. In general men are intelligent enough to see this and tend to change their mating tactics, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse, where women are not.
 
The first time I bought it up to my wife, Pam, I spent a week sleeping in the spare bedroom! I've written in detail about that experience elsewhere on this site if you're interested in pursuing it, so I'll not elaborate extensively on it here, suffice to say that the temperature around the house was Artic cold for weeks. It took me almost nine years to get from there to where she sucked and fucked her first ever BBC. I suggest that, if you're determined to succeed, you need to be patient, persuasive and consistent. In the final analysis it'll all boil down to being in the right place, at the right time, with the right guy! Not "if" but "when" that happens, it'll all be taken out of your hands and she'll get screwed like she's never been screwed before. In our situation, which we've also written extensively about elsewhere on this site, we were on a combined vacation/convention trip. I unexpectidily met an old university friend and roommate of mine at a pre-convention cocktail party! Edwin is black. I introduced him to Pam and they hit it off. The next night we went out to dinner together, did some club hopping and on the way back to out hotel suite Pam invited Edwin in for a nightcap which he enthusiastically accepted. Like they say, and as we've posted elsewhere on this site, the rest is history! Pam sucked her first BBC and rode it like a cowgirl! My beautiful wife, and I, I must admit, loved it!

P.S. That Avatar of ours! That's really and truly a pic of Pam's crotch taken just seconds before Edwin removed them and enjoyed its hidden delights. Evidence of just how horny Pam was at that time is clearly defined by that wet love juice stain right in the middle of her crotch!

Agree. Took us about nine to ten years as well. She started working with a bi-racial guy who ”she” thought was so hot. We started talking, I told her to flirt, he took the bait and ended the wait. That ended up ugly with her only sucking him, but kicked off an adventure to 10 or so BBC’s with 3 of those being across the Monday - Wednesday of last week.

She is now a total slut for BBC.
 
The Contract

Hi friends. Sorry for the long delay. I haven't had much free time to be able to sit down and hammer this out until now.

Here goes:


So, in order to continue my recounting of events, I have to roll back the clock a bit.

Quite a while back when it seemed like my wife was actually into this whole cuckolding idea, I had gone online and found some cuckold contract templates. I cherry picked certain aspects which I thought would work for us and drew up my own version. Well, as you know from my post at the beginning of this thread. Carolyn shattered my dreams of this whole fantasy ever becoming a reality so, my little contract was never presented to her and I had put it aside for safekeeping.

Fast forward to the evening of April 20, 2019...the day after my humiliating, outing at my sister’s place.

Still being on a high over the previous day’s events, I felt the time was right to present Carolyn with my contract. I signed and dated it and went into the den where she was watching tv. I took a deep breath and handed the contract to Carolyn.

She asked what it was. I explained that it was my way of showing her that I was serious about being devoted to her 100% and at the same time I was putting it in writing that she was free to do as she wished, sexually.

Carolyn said I was nuts but began to read the four page document regardless. She was very thorough and took her time getting through the entire contract. She quietly laughed at some parts and even went “hmmmm, interesting.” at one point.

When she was done, Carolyn looked at me and said, “Okay. I’m good with this. I want to add one thing to it, though. Hand me a pen.”

I found a pen and handed it to her. Carolyn scribbled something down, then handed me the contract and pen and told me to read and initial it.

Carolyn had written “Cuckold will not hound or badger Wife for details. She will only give details when she wishes to.”

I whined “But that’s the best part. Knowing what you did!”

She told me to take it or leave it.

I initialed.

Carolyn smirked then signed and dated it and told me to leave her be so she could finish her show and put the contract away in a safe spot.

Carolyn called me back to the den about an hour or so later and we watched tv until she said she was ready for bed. She told be to be ready for her because she wanted her bitch to service her tonight.

We got into bed and I began to climb onto her. Carolyn quickly flipped me off grabbed me forcibly by the head and pushed me down towards her pussy.

“No, tonight is about me. Lick my pussy bitch. If you want to cum, you can go jerk off afterwards.”

I did as I was told.





Easter Sunday, my sister, Cynthia texted me out of the blue, wishing me a Happy Easter. I could tell by her texts that she was baiting a conversation about Friday’s events but I was too chicken to say anything.

Monday, I had to go to work. I had a lot of trouble concentrating and couldn’t get my mind off the last few days. Finally, around lunchtime, I bit the bullet and decided to text Cynthia.

Me: Hey hon

Cynthia: Hey bro

Cynthia: How u doing?

Me: Doing good. How are you?

[removed the irrelevant texts]

Me: Not sure how to bring this up so I guess I’ll just blurt it out, seeing as we’re family…

Cynthia: Just say it bro. I am sure it has to do with the other night

Cynthia: I know it was a crazy conversation.

Me: Yeah lol

Cynthia: I was a bit surprised myself.

Me: As embarrassing as it was for [Carolyn] to out me like that, it’s true. She really needs to go out and have a good time. Would you really be willing to introduce her to your friend? Her self confidence needs a serious boost

Cynthia: So just tell me bro.

Me. Sorry. Slow texter here

Cynthia: Really, are you ok with that bro.

Me: Yeah. Hope you don’t think less of me. It’s kind of humiliating. Hopefully we can keep this between us?

Me: We’ve talked about it. She can have fun...she just can’t leave me lol

Cynthia: Yes, don’t worry about it bro. I don’t think less of u at all.

Me: Awwww I love you sis

Cynthia: Ok. So u want to be there or no.

Cynthia: Don’t worry. I trust this guys and u don’t have to worry, about her leaving u at all.

Me: Probably best if I wasn’t. I don’t think [Carolyn] could have fun and let loose if I was there.

Me: You’re amazing. It’s nice that you’re so open minded

Cynthia: Good choice bro.

Cynthia: Thanks

Me: She’s painfully shy, so you’ve got your work cut out for you

Cynthia: Yeah don’t worry, That’s normal.

Me: Thanks sweetie

Me: Do you have [Carolyn’s] cell#

Cynthia: Yes I do bro

Me: Just don’t tell ma. Please

Cynthia: Ok bro, I won’t



21 minutes later…





Cynthia: Did you want to see the person, if she decides to do something with that person.

Me: What do you mean

Cynthia: I am wanted to know if u want to meet up causally with him before. She wants to meet first to see if she can do it. She was saying for u to come as well. I wasn’t sure if u wanted to do that.

Me: Ohhhh

Cynthia: Cause u said u didn’t want to know.

Me: I’m good with whatever [Carolyn] wants

Me: So she’s going to do this, eh? Wow!

Me: Nah, I’m ok with knowing. I just don’t want to get in the way...you know, like a third wheel

Me: Thanks so much for doing this, sis.

Cynthia: Yeah, not sure if she is yet. And I still have to see if the guys I have will want to do this. But I am sure they will

Me: Wow! I can’t even describe the feelings that are going through me right now. I’m in your debt. Guess it’s safe to say that there’s no doubt that you and I are pretty close.

Cynthia: True bro

Me: Do you think I should go? I don’t want to get in the way. Then again, I suppose [Carolyn] could always tell me to go home.

Cynthia: Will see what happens.

Cynthia: I told her I am going to take her out just us so she can feel comfortable out a bit

Me: You sure you’re ok with all this? That’s a lot to dump on you...pretty kinky *******

Cynthia: Yeah, I am cool with this bro. No problem.

Me: Wow. You are one hell of a woman

Cynthia: Aww thanks bro.

Me: No. Thank you sis





I was in shock. I didn’t realize when I texted Cynthia that she’d get the ball rolling right away!
Holy *******, this was going to happen!
 
It took me some time to spare myself from my day to day to write a bit. It will be long but hope helps shed some new point of view. I see your post and I think we misunderstand a few things about how dating is for many women, so I'll relate to a story from my early twenties, and elaborate from there.

I (male) was coming back home in a bus a Sunday morning after a party. An older guy starts talking to me and I keep ignoring him, but he was clearly trying to find out if I would have sex or not with another guy. After moving far from him and ignoring him rest of the trip I got down, no one in the street, and two blocks later I realize the guy was 6 feet from me and says "I followed you". To use as comparison I've been at the point of a gun before in a robbery, but this was by far more scary, freakish, and disgusting. Just dashed away and disappeared until I was sure was not anymore followed.
That thing, that for us, men, is quite unusual and may only happen to a few of us, is a common reality for women since they are very young and won't stop ever on they sexual lifetime. So for women monogamy is not as often a restriction as it is an asset. Choosing one man that you love and enjoy, and not having to care anymore about creeps, bad dates, selfish jerks, and all sort of issues that range from safety to lack of satisfaction. This is also mentioned in the now dated but still worth a read book from Engels, The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State, when he proposes that society may have developed from a matriarchy with a women having multiple men to a monogamy.
Even for me, as a men, dating has been many times a less than enjoyable experience. Finding yourself face to face with someone new that you don't really match, or want to spend time with, or just having bad sex...

Even more, the cuckold wannabe (like me, who had been in the past and loved it and want to be again) is never the one that runs with the big risks and frustrations of meeting new partners. Sure... we get some risk and we can explore our insecurities, but we are by far way more on the safe side than our partners, who have to get naked in a room with some freaky stranger who likes to fiddle with other women wives. For all that I think that women have a good case for not wanting to be in it.

What to do with it, you may want to think about it. This is not the only way to make sex exciting again between you and your partner. Engage on her fantasies and if hers are not already explicit explore them! Go for a trip, do something new, to to a therapist together to find new ideas and answers.

Hope this helps a bit and also breaks the myth of "It is all win for the wife".

Bests
 
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