Full time live in cuckold for Goddess

I received a call from the very first caller I ever had on NiteFlirt last night. His need to be smothered by my beautiful ass hasn’t changed in the year it’s been since I first talked to him. He still dreams of being kidnapped by me, and turned into little more than an owned slave. I must admit, the thought of having a permanent “do anything I want him to do” submissive at my beck and call 24/7 is appealing.

Hell, having a designated driver for when I go out partying and cock hunting would be fabulous! Teasing him by making use of my night’s prize on the way home while he watches in the rear view mirror is a thought I really got off to after our call. Hahaha! I’m seriously considering taking on a full time/live in cuckold, because having to call them and wait for them to arrive is just not as amusing as it used to be!

Don’t get excited, bitches. I’ll be choosing my bitch from the lucky few that are already in my life. Way too many of you pathetic fucks have been begging to meet me in order to serve me. What on earth makes you think I need to resort to meeting the little dicked cucks that call my phone sex line? LOL As always, I continue to enjoy teasing you with my real life experiences, and turning them on you so that you dream of being used the way my bitches are LOL.

I’m looking forward to some great calls this weekend. If you see me available, jump on the opportunity to call. Something tells me I’m going to be testing out a few of my cuckold bitches this weekend, and you wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity of hearing it happen live… that’s always fun, and supplies extra humiliation for the bitch being used LOL.

In the meantime, I’ve added another story to the collection. This one delves into the psychology of being cuckolded, from the cuckold husband’s perspective. I’m in communication with the author, through a forum I frequent; Cuckolds.com. Enjoy!

MISSED IT
by Cuckold Paul

From time to time, I’ve seen discussions about whether it is hotter to watch your wife get fucked by her lover, or to wait somewhere while she’s out with him. I think I know the answer now.

If you want to feel the excitement, if you want a great show, if you want to have all your senses assaulted by the sights, sounds, and heat of your partner having sex with another man, then by all means watch them. I’ve done it, and it left memories burned into my brain.

But if you want to experience the pain of being cuckolded; if you want to know the emptiness of your wife leaving you, even temporarily, for the pleasure of another man’s arms; if you want to feel the humiliation of the whole world laughing at you, even if they really don’t know – then there is nothing to compare to your wife going on a date without you. And if you are at work while she is out, and cannot even sit and wallow in the sensations, the pain is deeper still.

I really would have hated everything about last Thursday, if it hadn’t excited me so damn much. I’ll try to describe what happened, but if you’re looking for a graphical description of great sex, this won’t be it – because I missed it. All of it.

Sally’s lover, Ted, has had a series of meetings in our area recently. Since we usually drive an hour to meet him somewhere, Sally was excited (and nervous) about meeting him in our own backyard. As they discussed his upcoming visits, he surprised her by asking if she would like to do consulting work on his project. After thinking about it for a while, she agreed, and we had many fun hours anticipating her “sleeping with her boss.”

As part of the anticipation – and the fun – she decided not to have sex with me as long as Ted’s project continued. She said she wanted to save herself for him, and she liked the idea that he – and I – would know her pussy was for him alone. I got to play with her and help her cum nearly every night, but when she was done she would roll over and go to sleep, leaving me to jerk off looking at her pictures and fantasizing about her fucking him. She didn’t talk about the restrictions a lot, but she did cum hard when she fantasized about seeing him. Two days before their date, she picked out the clothing she would wear – everything from her shirt and skirt to her bra and panties – and hung it on her closet door for me to see and go crazy over each day.

I work evenings, but I thought my schedule would allow me to finish work in time to join them. I figured they would have dinner together before I was done, and then I would meet them as they went back to Ted’s hotel. I knew I would not be allowed to watch them fuck: several months ago they discovered that they were much more comfortable and much happier when they didn’t have me as an audience. That resulted in me being banished to the hallway if they had a suite, or to the bathroom if they did not, but at least I got to see them before they started and to hear them while they fucked. The humiliation of being sent out of the room by my wife so she could make love to another man was intense – but it was nothing compared to last Thursday.

On Wednesday I found out that I had a meeting that I could not get out of on Thursday night, and I would be tied up until at least 9:30 p.m. When Sally heard about it she was not the least bit disturbed. In fact, she was happier than I would have imagined. “I guess you’ll miss all the fun, then, won’t you? But don’t worry, you can still come pick me up when we’re done.” I was upset, and did not know how to cope with being shut out completely from the sex, but my wife seemed very pleased. She promptly nixed the idea of me helping her to cum Wednesday night, and didn’t even let me see her naked. “I’m saving everything for him,” she said with an evil smile, as she sent me downstairs to masturbate by myself.

On Thursday, Sally left for work early in the morning, before I awoke. On my way to work in the afternoon, I saw I had a message on my cell phone. It was from Sally.

“Hi, I’m at the mall getting my nails done. I was thinking about really dark red, because that makes a nice contrast. Talk to you later.”

That message nagged at me all day. We hadn’t talked about her getting her nails done, and if it had been part of our “game,” she would have done it a day earlier so I could at least see what he would see. It was clear she wasn’t doing it for me. She was doing it for him. I tried to work.

Two hours later, when I had a break, I checked my messages again. The new one said only this:

“The color I chose – no joke – is called, ‘The Long Kiss.’ Dinner’s at 7. Bye.”

I tried to reach her, but she didn’t answer her phone. I knew I had to go back to work and would not be able to call again until after 7, but she had instructed me not to interrupt their date. I hadn’t seen my wife all day, and now I missed my only chance to talk with her before she met her lover. Even though she had called and told me what was going on, I felt left out. Ignored. Missing everything.

Work was damn near impossible. On the one hand, I hated what was going on. It was now after 7, and I knew they were together. I resented my work, and I resented them doing this without me. But I had to admit that I was excited, too. My wife was on a date with her lover, and she was very happy to be alone with him! As 7 became 8, became 9, I wondered what they were doing now. Were they still at dinner? Had they gone to his hotel room yet? All I wanted to do was jerk off, but I had to work and to concentrate on my work. I felt cheated – cheated out of my wife, and cheated out of the ability at least to masturbate over the thought of my wife with him. I hated it. But I was SO turned on.

Just before 9, when I was dividing my attention (poorly) between my meeting and feeling terrible about what Sally and Ted were doing to me, I had a revelation: THIS was what it meant to be a cuckold! My wife was on a date with her lover – dinner and sex. She couldn’t wait for it, and she was willing to give up sex with me to be ready for him. She hadn’t let my cock inside her in weeks, and she told him that. She went out to get her nails done for him – fingernails and toenails – because she wanted to look good for him.

I wasn’t excited. I was hurt. I was missing it.

But I hoped they were having a good time together.

And when I realized that, I felt so damn small. It wasn’t about me: it was about her. And him.

Them.

My meeting dragged on endlessly. When I saw that it would be nearly 10 by the time we were done, I excused myself for a minute. Running into my office, I checked my messages. The time was 9:10, and there was one new message.

“Hi, we’re on our way to the hotel. Bye.”

What time had that come in? I had no way of knowing. Was it at 8, and they were already done fucking? Was it just a minute ago, and they were just about to start? I didn’t know, and I was not allowed to call them to find out. I went into the bathroom and tried to jerk off, but I couldn’t get hard. Maybe if I had the time I could have focused enough on the exciting parts, but I knew I had to get back to work, and my cock would not cooperate. Thinking that even my own cock had let me down by not helping me get into what they were doing, I straightened myself up and went back to the meeting.

I have no idea what I did during that last 45 minutes. Apparently I didn’t make a complete fool of myself because no one asked me if I was sick, and I wasn’t fired. But I just don’t know. I sat there feeling terrible, but with a new thought in my head: I’m being cuckolded now. Right now. By my wife and her lover. They said they liked it better when I wasn’t in the room, and now they got to be together when I wasn’t even in the picture. I really did hope they were having a good time, because I felt miserable, and stupid. But that seemed like the right thing to feel while my wife was being unfaithful to me.

The meeting ended at 9:55. I raced out of the building, and began driving to the hotel while I fumbled to get the earpiece from my cell phone in place. When I did, I checked my messages once more. This time it was Ted’s voice. Even before he said it I knew he had already fucked my wife. He sounded relaxed, mellow… and satisfied.

“Well, I hope you’re having a very good meeting. Things are VERY good here. You know, just a few minutes ago your wife said to me, ‘I have nothing on now but my wedding ring.’ And I said, ‘Yes, but you have me on, too.’ It was just a lovely experience. We’re in room 517, lolling around in post-coital bliss. You missed all the good stuff, but we didn’t.”

I missed it. I really did. He just said so. What the hell was the room number? I listened to the message again, and again I didn’t remember the number. All I heard was my wife’s lover, calling from their bed, taunting me about what they had done together. And enjoyed together. Without me.

When I got to the hotel, I listened to Ted’s voice again and actually wrote down the room number. I didn’t need to be knocking on the wrong door at 10:15, and I did not trust myself to remember it even from the parking lot to the room. When I faced “their” door I hesitated, asking myself if I was ready for what I was about to face. I decided I was going to be embarrassed no matter how long I waited, so I might as well get in there.

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