Blowjobs Are For Boyfriends

Blowjobs Are For Boyfriends

On a not-so-ordinary Thursday night, I awaited my wife at home while she was out on a first date. Neither one of us knew that this was the man who would cuckold me for the first time. The date ran long and Bunni returned home late, cozied up next to me in our bed and showed me a video. Once she hit play on her phone, the overexposed bronze thumbnail of her hair quickly gave way to her lips wrapped around the thick dark shaft protruding from the open fly of his pants. My heart lurched as I watched her tenderly lick, suck and kiss his penis with an adoration that she had never displayed towards mine. To the contrary, it was a well-established fact in our marriage that she did not enjoy giving head. However, the passionate moans of my wife muffled only by her date’s throbbing sex filling her mouth told me otherwise. She was not only granting him a privilege that I didn’t enjoy – she was savoring it.

The next morning we sat on the edge of our bed and talked about her brazen cock-worship the night before. I listened, eyes transfixed on my wife. My attentiveness as like a student learning something new. The lust she was describing was foreign to me. As he unzipped in the back seat of our car, she couldn’t wait to put her mouth on him. The girth of his cock filled her lips and hands like my tiny never had. More so, he was not me. The taboo that she was blowing anyone else but her husband made her pussy wet. This was an expression of our cuckolding.

My pants were already tenting when she asked me the question: “How would you feel if I only gave blowjobs to my bulls?” I didn’t have to think about how I felt as the modest bulge in my pants twitched. As many times before, Bunni had broached a subject that I had been fantasizing about for years. I could have easily held back and drawn a boundary I didn’t want. Instead I confessed that her proposition turned me on, as a quick glance between my legs evidenced. Our conversation ended but while I went on with the day’s tasks, my brain was not done. I ruminated on the latest development in our rapidly-evolving marriage. My sweet wife actually loved something I thought she hated; it just took another man to show her.

I never knew what kind of pleasure I was missing out on. She had made it clear from the beginning that she didn’t enjoy giving me blowjobs and I never pressed the issue. That all changed when we started talking about cuckolding and her sexual awakening was catalyzed. Not only were we having sex every single night after being horny for each other all day, we were exploring uncharted territory together in our bedroom. For the first time in my life, I became acquainted with the incredible feeling of her soft, warm mouth between my legs. It was not a dynamic I was used to but it was more than enough to change my feelings on the matter: I had been missing out.

However, after that brief glimpse, I found myself again missing out. The morning following her question, my mind raced with the longtime fantasy of a special act reserved for bulls that was on the precipice of coming to reality. As I opened my eyes and lay in bed still half-asleep, my tiny pulsed hard as I imagined her tongue running up and down me while her eyes gazed lustfully into mine – a sensation that cannot be replicated. When all of those feelings were transposed to her and her bull, I grew even harder. In the shower, my fantasies raced to that night in the back seat of our car. I saw my wife’s head bobbing eagerly between his spread legs and I swelled rapidly until it was bobbing lightly between my legs. My mind was being fucked.

A few days later we exchanged our fantasies and Bunni went first. The taboo of offering her mouth to a bull at my expense made her wet. “I love giving away something you want to someone else and not you. I love teasing you.” However, it was deeper than just an arbitrary restriction; it aligned with her pleasure. The large, heavy cocks of her lovers provided so much more for her to play with and enjoy. Sliding her lips up and down a more substantive shaft in a bed or backseat was far more appealing than a night in with my “nice” tiny. The revelation, through predictable, still made my face burn. More than anything, she relished the power over me. Before even hearing my thoughts, she proposed: “I think it should be my choice.

I agreed with my wife’s proposal, confessing how much it turned me on. I wanted her to follow her pleasure. While something like being “pussy-free” was a hot fantasy, it didn’t feel feasible for either of us. This on the other hand felt like something perfectly natural for our relationship that we could have fun with. She was delighted with my answer and I was too, even lifting the covers for proof. I looked down at a place she would continue to not go down to often and it felt so right for me. We sealed our agreement with a kiss. Bunni’s lips would still love me in so many ways – kisses, comfort, dirty talk, affirmation, advice – but she would continue to follow her preferences and prevent me from entering them at her discretion.

First and foremost, sexual denial satisfies my deeply innate and persistent craving for humiliation. The symbolism of my wife taking pleasure that “should” belong to me and setting it aside special for another man encapsulates why cuckolding excites me. My kink allows us to follow our natural desires – her preference for hung men and my enjoyment of that – and it works for us. We choose to make certain fruits forbidden and in doing so, greatly enhance the appeal. Now, watching my wife suck on another man is especially erotic. It’s like staring through the window of a candy shop, unable to enter. For me, the desperate longing is far sweeter than the taste. On occasion – comparable to our vanilla marriage – Bunni does choose to let me in. Those moments are special because I know that she actually wants it and enthusiasm means everything to me. They’re also just often enough to remind me what I’m missing out on and what her boyfriends enjoy on a regular basis. I’m perfectly okay with that.

2 thoughts on “Blowjobs Are For Boyfriends

  1. This was incredibly hot. As a wanna-be cuckold, I think I understand everything you’re feeling. I’d wager a guess that its a matter of time before “pussy-free” finds it’s way into your relationship as well. When it does, remember that the mind is the biggest sex organ and if your mind is being fucked well as you said, everything else is inconsequential.

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  2. I am also sure that “pussy-free” will also come to you. I live with my wife for 21 years “pussy-free” and “blow-job-free”.
    I draw my sexuality from my jealousy, from my suffering.
    Once a month my wife sends me to a femdom who then penetrates me anally until I come.

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