Swinger’s Party #2

If you read my previous post about swinger’s parties, you’d know I’m not a total fan of them. The whole idea of random people everywhere seems too disorganised and messy for me to actually be able to focus on having a good time. But in my increasing effort to up the ante and keep things interesting I decided to accept an invitation to a private party held last night. 10 couples and 5 single girls (on the cuckolding technicality, I was counted as one of the single girls).


I was surprised to find myself actually excited this time around and went all out to look my absolute sluttiest. Black lace-top stockings, shiny black patent leather heels, sheer navy blue dress and no bra or underwear. Whilst applying my make-up, Nathan entered the bathroom and started kissing the back of my neck, put an arm around my hips and slipped a finger between my legs, “How many guys do you think you’re going to fuck tonight?” He whispered, nuzzling into my neck. I smiled and shrugged nonchalantly, “All of them plus any willing wives I suppose. So that makes twenty.” Nathan moaned softly and his finger became more frantic. I was getting wet and started feeling hazy but kept applying my make-up and ignoring him, which seemed to spur him on even more so. He started pulling me closer to him so I could feel his penis hardening against my ass. It was then that I told him to stop otherwise besides being denied by every woman all night; I’d also have him caged. I felt him grow harder from the threat but he obliged and let me finish getting ready uninterrupted.


It’s the middle of winter here at the moment, so despite my sexy attire when we first arrived at the party I looked like this and didn’t get noticed. Apparently I hadn’t read the invitation properly, and this event was supposed to occur in phases. Stage 1 everyone arrives in regular casual clothes, Stage 2 get acquainted with everyone, Stage 3 people who are feeling horny are to retire to one of the rooms to change clothes or just remove clothes all together and then Stage 4 start fucking. Cue for the big reveal when I took off my coat and a group of men made a bee-line straight for me: “Hi I’m Mark” “Hi I’m Matt” “Hey I’m…??” Ok I’ll be honest, I can’t remember everyone’s names, but since I skipped Stages 1 and 2, I was the last to arrive and considered the first up for action, which meant everyone who was bored with small talk made their way over.


Little cuck gave me a kiss on the cheek and squeezed my hand before making his way to a quiet corner of the room near the nibbles and drinks, where he could watch me from afar. I sat down in a big leather armchair and one of the guys immediately knelt down by my side. “Are your tits real?” Before I could respond he had his hand down my dress and gently gave my breast a squeeze. “They are!” he exclaimed and proceeded to pull down the front of my dress so he could suck on it. One of the other guys knelt down next to him and started sucking and playfully biting the other one. I closed my eyes and sank back in the chair further as one of them put his hand between my legs, slowly rubbing my clit with his thumb. I opened my eyes again and saw another guy standing to my right, jerking off. I called him over and took his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t overly huge so I was able to deep throat him quite comfortably. I could see Nathan tugging away in his little corner at the sight of me with 3 men. For some reason I was also still the only woman that had progressed to the clothing optional stage, which meant I was still getting the most attention. One of the guys sucking on my breast stopped so that he could start eating me out, and as soon as he moved another man came and picked up right where he left off. Behind him another man was approaching and stood behind the guy I was sucking off like he was waiting in line. I beckoned him closer and allowed both men to fuck my mouth simultaneously.


Keeping track? That’s 5 guys on me right now. Cuck has already cum in his little corner.


Turned out the guy going down on me was bi, so he paused momentarily to gesture to another man to fuck him while he was licking my pussy. This made him all the more ravenous and as he clenched hard on my thighs, I started imagining how perfect it would be if it was actually my sweet cuck’s face buried deep between my legs, getting his virgin ass fucked and filled by one of my bulls. I started cumming hard. When I finished the guy’s took that as their sign to remove my dress and start fucking me while my pussy was as slick and wet as it was ever going to be. I had my stockinged legs propped up on the arms of the chair, as the first guy fucked me I sucked on the cock of the second. When the second started fucking me I took the cock of the third in my mouth to keep him hard until it was his turn. It was at that point, Nathan came over to assist (and give my jaw a break).


After allowing all 5 men to fuck me I needed to take a serious breather. Sex is still hard work even if you’re basically just lying back with your legs in the air doing nothing. Little cuck dutifully knelt in front of me and asked if he could lick me clean. I nodded, still breathing heavily and kept my hand on his head, gently stroking his hair. After a while he perched on the arm of the chair next to me and gave me a deep kiss, “Thank you.” He whispered and gave me a hug.


We sat together quietly, watching the other couples having sex. I noticed one woman was still standing with a glass of wine in her hand, clothes on and watching one of the men intently. She caught my gaze and smiled shyly before coming over. We introduced ourselves to her and I asked why she wasn’t joining in. “Oh I guess I’m like Nathan, I don’t really play I get off more on watching my husband with other women while I just sit back all…” She trailed off and started to blush. “I want to say neglected but I don’t want you to think I’m weird.” Nathan and I started laughing, and explained how he’s my cuckold. Turns out we had met a real life cuckquean! As someone who can make myself wet with little to no stimulation, I suddenly understood how baffling it must be to bulls who meet Nathan, and I wanted to ask her all the questions we had been asked before. “What do you mean you only want to watch?” “But don’t you like sex?” “How are you not as horny as I am when there are 10 decent sized cocks just aching to get inside you right this minute!?”


Before I could ask any questions she blurted out, “I’d really love to go down on you after you fuck my husband.” She started blushing again and I felt such an affinity towards her the same way I feel affection to my cuck when I’m with another man and can see him longing and lusting for me. I agreed conditionally, “I’m really determined to fuck every man here so if it’s ok with you and him, I’ll leave him until last and he can cum inside me. You can go down on me and lick all his cum and Nathan can go down on your husband and suck all my cum off his dick. What do you think?” She nodded, “Ok deal I’ll go tell Martin.” When she was out of earshot, Nathan and I giggled over the weird cuckolding circle we’d gotten into. Does this make me a bull too? I asked Nathan if after tonight if I masturbate, am I technically fucking a bull which means I’m self-cuckolding him? He smirked and said no because a female bull is a cow so I’d just be a cow patty – I gave him a whack over the head. A perverse part of me wanted to see the two cucks fuck, but he’d already cum once tonight so I knew chances were he wasn’t going to get hard again.


I felt suddenly energised and motivated to fuck the remaining four men so I could make my way to Martin. I didn’t want to waste time with any more foreplay, so when I saw guy number six lying on his back while another woman was sitting on his face, I promptly lowered myself on his hard upright cock before anyone else did. I could hear him moaning and felt his hips thrusting upwards as he wanted me to go faster. The woman sitting on his face turned around to kiss me while she started cumming which made me cum all over again as well. I figured this counted as sex because two people had cum so I hopped off and went in search of the next guy (I know cruel to leave a guy hanging but his face was enveloped by pussy so he never knew it was me).


Guy number seven had just finished smoking on the balcony and was coming inside. I was just about to call out to him when one of the other guys from before grabbed my waist and started fingering me from behind. “Mmm I need a second taste of you.” He knelt down and started eating out my ass as guy number seven walked off in the opposite direction. Argh! But guy number eight walked past so I winked and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He smiled, “Looks like you’re already taken though?” I shook my head, and started tugging on his cock which was growing thicker as well as longer the more I touched it. I told the other guy to come around to the front so I could get on all fours and suck him off while number eight fucked me. They took turns spit-roasting me from both ends until they both eventually came and I went off in search of guy number nine and seven.


Nathan came along to search with me and also fend off any other guys, but it looked like we were too late. Both couples had left the party! I wasn’t disappointed for too much longer because Martin and his wife had found us. Rather than going back into the main living room we ducked into one of the bedrooms so we could fuck uninterrupted. The two little cucks sat next to each other as Martin and I started making out on the bed. He was already hard and I was already wet. He lay down and I started grinding on top of him, making sure both cucks had the perfect view before I reached behind and slid his thick cock into me. I started rocking back and forth slowly, as he moved his hips to match my rhythm. He then sat up and flipped me so I was on my back and he was on top, jack-hammering into me while staring intently at his wife. “Look at you, you’re so fucking pathetic. I’d never bareback you like this, you disgust me.” He then turned to me, “Have you ever seen such a hideous woman in all your life? This is why I have to fuck other women because every time I look at her my dick goes soft. I only married her because she’s rich and she’s too stupid to figure out I’m using her.” I mumbled a reply but internally I was thinking, “Jesus Christ this dude is fucking harsh, am I this mean to Nathan?” No wonder men who have never been bulls before think it’s weird, even though I know it’s all role play I wanted to punch this guy in the face for being such an asshole. I looked over at Nathan and could see he was frowning slightly too and wasn’t even touching himself, so I knew it was riling him up a bit as well. Martin kept going, “You know I only fuck her mouth while she’s wearing a paper bag over her head? This is why you were a virgin until you met me because no one in their right mind would fuck you.” Ok this was officially odd but goddamn he was such a good fuck and she was knuckle deep inside herself so I guess she was enjoying herself too. Martin sat up and lifted me so I was straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist, he then looked over my shoulder at his wife, “Don’t you fucking cum before I do you dumb slut or I’ll hit you across your fat fucking face in front of everyone!” Nathan was on his feet, “Oi calm down mate!” Martin ignored him, my heart started pounding and I could tell things were going to go bad very quickly so I tightened my grip on his cock and pretended to cum knowing Nathan wouldn’t do anything in this moment, and Martin followed cumming inside me, which at this point was not as hot as I thought it would be.


Nathan’s face was dark with anger but he still stood silently waiting for me to get off the bed. I signaled to him it was ok and not to do anything, “Thanks Martin that was great but I didn’t realise how late it was and we have to go now.” “Ohh but Carole was looking forward to cleaning you up.” He said softly, almost like he was a different person. I apologised again and dragged Nathan out who still had his fists clenched.


We left the party feeling the opposite to the excited high that we’d started off the night. On the drive home I asked Nathan if I ever said anything that harsh to him, and he shook his head vehemently. “No you call me a faggot and pathetic or whatever, but I can still tell you don’t really mean it. That douche said he was going to hit his wife and he sounded serious. I know she was getting off on all of it but it still seemed more real compared to when we do it.” I nodded but kept wondering what it was that made Martin’s comments seem so out of line. Maybe because Carole looked at him with so much love and adoration and it was such an extreme juxtaposition? Definitely not how I was expecting the night to turn out, but if I was going to extract any positives it was an eye-opener into other cuck couples who are into humiliation, as well as finally having some semblance of understanding what bulls have to listen to and how strange it can appear as an outsider. Oh and the start of the night, getting gangbanged by half the men at once was a damn hot positive.



Patty xx


To all the bulls out there or wannabe bulls, does the humiliation and emasculation aspect of cuckolding appeal or like Nathan and I, freak you out? Curious as always to hear your perspectives!


All Because of the Cliche Yoga Pants

I know, I know I disappeared for a while – embarrassingly straight after announcing I was back and posting for 2016, but I was feeling a bit uninspired, not just with writing but with cuckolding and sex in general. Maybe it was because of all the stress of other things going on in my life, but it was starting to feel a bit same-same and I think writing about it was starting to make it feel even more monotonous. I have sex, big cock as always, cum (seriously? Of course that’s an always) and then write about it and re-live it all over again. I’m not depressed, it was just nothing new.


To fill the void and create a distraction I started hitting the gym pretty hard, doing a lot of strength work to become more toned. I discovered I’m not as fit as I thought I was and my body does not seem to have a core. Apparently I am made of marshmallows and big tits. So I spent a lot of time collapsed and sweating on the floor, swearing and wondering how the fuck everyone in the class is able to maintain downward dog for 7 minutes, followed by 50 pushups and bicep curls. Not so ironically though, my legs are strong and oh so very flexible. It was a nice morale booster to find out I was on par with the more advanced guys in my class when it came to leg work.


About two months or so ago after a squats set, one of the guys complimented me on my form. Apparently he’d been watching me since the start of the class and had been really noticing how much I’d improved. I was positively beaming and when I told Nathan about the comments he started smirking.

“What? Don’t you believe me?”

“No of course I believe you, but I mean… In those leggings of course the guys are going to talk about your ‘squats’ and your ‘form’.”

Ok so maybe I was wearing yoga pants. And maybe they’re the cheap ones that go see through when the fabric stretches… And maybe I was wearing a g-string…

“Fuck you I’m awesome and my squats are awesome.”

But I did wonder if maybe my ass on display was the real motivation behind the guy’s comments, and started to feel that familiar tingle between my legs.


Next class, I was looking at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror when I suddenly noticed a couple of guys staring at me. I turned around and one looked away but the other winked. I continued doing my weights but more slowly as I became much more aware of others staring at me. Ok so Nathan was probably right and everyone was checking out my ass. It took a few more classes of me noticing all of this apparent attention I was receiving yet completely oblivious to, but it all led to an epiphany about what had me in such a crappy funk – I missed being desired and chased after. The sideways glances, coy smiles and eventually a bold (or not so bold) flirtation that more often than not would lead to some silly banter and most definitely a good fucking.


Using online dating it was all guaranteed and there was really no chase. Sure sometimes you needed to send more than 3 messages to set something up, but it was all pretty definite. There was nothing really exciting leading up to it and it almost had become robotic and mundane to organise. Well that was my theory anyway. And yes most definitely this could be classified as a first world problem.


I decided to test out my theory and became a bit more interactive with the guys in class, not full on flirting just more approachable after previously being the token mute. After a couple of weeks, one of the younger guys asked if I wanted to get a coffee after class. I obliged, we had coffee, small talk and then I very bluntly asked him if I could fuck him in the back of my car. The poor guy nearly choked, his eyes widened and I could see he was thinking “be cool man… be cool…” but he was too excited to contain himself and within 10 minutes we had the bill paid and I was rocking back and forth on his thick 6 inch cock.


After we both came he said that thing I forgot comes with non-online dating: “So when can we do this again?” I guess because I was feeling so blasé about everything, I didn’t care about the consequences so just as frankly as I asked him to fuck me I told him it was a once off because I had a boyfriend. He didn’t say anything, although I could see he wanted to comment. Normally my neurotic need to make sure he wasn’t judging me for being a cheating whore would take over and I’d awkwardly explain everything about our one-sided open relationship – this time however, I didn’t clarify a thing. I’m not sure if it’s because I didn’t go into further detail, but he didn’t ask any questions about Nathan and just chatted a bit about gym before leaving.


Following that encounter, I made it my goal to fuck every willing man in my class and have been somewhat successful. The tally to date is:

Guy #1: back of my car

Guy #2: back of my car

Guy #3: fingered me in the sauna

Guy #4: back of his car

Guy #3: fucked at his place (ridiculously amazing sex)

Instructor: after a PT session in the physio room


Turns out what had me in my funk wasn’t missing out on the thrill of the chase, I just needed to up the ante to keep things interesting. With each guy in my class I fucked I felt myself becoming more and more excited and invigorated. There’s a few more to go but I don’t think I need them to close off the challenge. Each and every one of them knows that I’ve fucked the others, knows that I have a boyfriend and they don’t really seem to care.


So I feel like I’m back in the swing of things but I still can’t promise I’ll keep posting as frequently as I have previously. I will aim to dedicate some time each weekend to write posts to keep you all updated, especially to write about things more cuckold related compared to this post. But if I can be completely honest with you all – I’d rather spend that time fucking.


















Patty xx

Quitting Cuckolding Cold Turkey

John, one of my readers asked me recently on my previous post, if Nathan wanted to cease being cuckolded, if I would be able to stop. At first I’ll admit I was a little indignant, I mean I’m not a wild animal I do have some self control! But I got down off my sassy horse before replying and really thought about it – could I just go cold turkey? No more checking out guys on the street guilt free, no more variety in my sex life or cocks for that matter. Just one sole cock… Forever… For the rest of my life.


Would this also mean Nathan no longer wants to be emasculated? Sure, I know cuckolding and humiliation don’t necessarily go hand in hand but after 5 years of pulling faces at the sight of his penis and rolling my eyes and asking when he’s going to finish flopping on top of me like a dying fish, could I suddenly stop and be nice? “Yeah you go Nathan! I love that part where you came before me it was the best! Now let’s cuddle and talk about how we only want to have sex with each other.”


Ok so maybe it wasn’t such a silly question from John after all and it has given me a lot to consider. This is my first open relationship (even if it’s only my side that’s open) and I’ve had many other monogamous relationships prior to meeting Nathan but it’s different with us. I suppose because we started cuckolding from the very beginning it’s almost ingrained into the foundation of our relationship. Similarly to how most of my readers have found moving their relationship towards cuckolding has taken years (or in Sherulestherooster’s case, over a decade), would the transition into monogamy be just as long a process after spending years where cuckolding was the norm?


These were all the questions swarming around my head after I read John’s comment. But then in a moment of clarity it all clicked – we love each other. If anything cuckolding related or otherwise, is causing us harm, stress or anxiety we would both do whatever we could to stop the pain. I know it sounds sappy, but it really does override everything. Why would you want to continue doing something that causes so much angst for the person you love? If Nathan came up to me tomorrow and said cuckolding’s no longer fun for him, I’d naturally ask what’s changed and be a little taken aback (omg why you cockblocking me for!?) but ultimately I’d stop. Sure it would be hard, all relationship compromises are. But I didn’t start dating Nathan knowing he was a cuckold and I didn’t continue to stay in our relationship because he is one either. We’re together for every other reason that’s special to us and we just happen to enjoy the fact I fuck other guys. If that stops so be it, but it’s not the end of our relationship just a transition into a new lifestyle.


Plus life after cuckolding does mean I no longer have to lie to everyone about what I get up to on the weekend!


What are your thoughts on this my dear readers? If you’re currently in a cuckold relationship could you just go cold turkey or would it be something you fight for?


Patty xx

Slightly Manipulating Reality to Create a Fantasy (p.s. I’m back!)

Apologies for the exceedingly long hiatus! If you remember my last post from many months ago, Nathan and I just bought a place together and the renovations took a lot longer than expected. Have you ever dug up your garden only to find it was hiding syringes, crack pipes and basically everything else you associate with a crime scene? It is a good neighbourhood we just happened to purchase a place from the only crack head in town.


But in the midst of the renovation nightmare, I managed to fulfill one of Nathan’s long time cuckolding fantasies. Since I’ve known him, he’s always wanted to go to a bar or a club and have me fawning all over him, and yet still attract the attention of another guy (or guys) who flirts relentlessly with me despite knowing I’m with Nathan. He dances with me, buys me drinks and tries to touch me at every opportune moment. And of course the fantasy predictably ends with me sitting on his cock/face while my cuck quietly jerks off in the corner.


Although the start of my cuckolding experimentation started with hooking up with guys in clubs, I hated that I couldn’t guarantee a massive cock every time. I’ve posted about this previously when weighing up the pros and cons of online vs. reality and being able to filter men by every single feature is a huge pro that real life can’t provide. But we’d been working so hard, didn’t celebrate moving in, didn’t celebrate our anniversary, so I felt like now was the time to indulge in this fantasy… sort of.


Unbeknownst to Nathan, I updated my dating profile to say I was looking for a man to play along with my very specific fantasy. I requested a guy who would pretend not to know me or that I’d arranged for him to be at the bar, and act as inappropriately cocky and confident as he could possibly be in flirting with me in front of Nathan. I thought it might be a bit too strange a request but surprisingly had someone sorted within 2 days. Joel promised 9 thick inches of uncut cock would be fucking me raw by the end of the night.


Leading up to the weekend I convinced Nathan we needed a night off from renovating with a little well deserved indulgence, by going for dinner and drinks at the local bar. I wore a short, tight white dress with big red flowers printed all over and strappy black heels and texted a photo of myself as I was slipping into it, to Joel who responded with a photo of his cock dripping with pre-cum. Meanwhile my sweet cuck was sitting on the couch drinking tea.


Dinner flew by and we were soon at the bar watching the band playing some pretty terrible 80s covers. I was sipping on a mojito when I saw Joel enter. He looked directly at us then took a seat in a booth nearby so we were still in his view. I chewed on the end of my straw as I waited in anticipation. When was he going to approach us? What was he going to say? We never really discussed his pretend back story, just that he would pretend to have never communicated with me previously. Then I had that nagging thought that maybe he’s piked out. The music’s shit, the beer’s watered down, I’m not what he was expecting and he’s decided not to go ahead with it.


I became slightly despondent, which Nathan took as me needing another drink. I was still looking down when I noticed Joel walking towards me, so I sat up and smiled brightly at him as he walked past and stood next to Nathan at the bar. He looked like he was ordering a drink too and then started chatting with Nathan. They turned around simultaneously as Nathan pointed me out, and Joel nodded. Ugh did he just confess everything to Nathan and ruin the fantasy? But then they started laughing and as Nathan grabbed our drinks he gestured for Joel to follow him. “Hey Patty, this is Joel is it ok if he sits with us? Poor guy was just telling me he’s been stood up.” I slowly smiled and gave him a wink, “Of course, her loss is our gain.”


Joel quickly sat next to me while my unassuming cuck continued chatting about, I can’t even remember what, because Joel started walking his fingers up along my thigh and under my skirt. “So Nathan, how’d you end up with such a beautiful girlfriend?” Joel asked, withdrawing his hand from under my dress. “I mean even if my date had shown up, I probably would’ve pissed her off by staring at Patty all night.” Nathan looked a bit taken aback, “Yep you’re not the first person to point out I’m punching above my weight.” He said laughing and then changed the subject. Small talk continued for a while before I interrupted and asked both Nathan and Joel if they wanted to dance. At first Nathan shook his head but when he saw Joel jump up to join me with a little too much enthusiasm, he changed his mind and grabbed my hand to lead me to the dancefloor.


I danced between the two, watching Nathan look more and more confused at how brazen Joel was being. Every time Nathan would pull me close, Joel would grab my hand and twirl me over to him. Cuck excused himself to the bathroom, and as soon as his back was turned Joel leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “Am I being forward enough for you?” I smiled, “Yes it’s going perfectly but I’m not sure if Nathan can actually see what’s happening or if he just thinks he’s had too much to drink.” I giggled. “Well, let’s make sure he knows this is definitely real…” Joel pulled my waist close to him and kissed me hard and passionately on the mouth while running his fingers through my hair. I could hear a few guys wooping in the background but closed my eyes and melted into his kiss.


“Uh oh, busted…” Joel whispered into my ear. I broke away from his embrace to see my cuck standing near the bar watching us. I grabbed Joel’s hand and led him over. “Hey man hope you don’t mind, like I said she’s just so fucking hot!” Joel said squeezing my ass. Nathan shifted his weight uncomfortably, “Nah it’s cool I guess, I mean yeah…” I gave him a wink, “Oh I’m so glad you said that because I’m actually getting kinda bored of this place and wanted to go back home. Just me, Joel and you.”  I didn’t give him a chance to respond and started heading towards the door with Joel’s hand in mine and cuck trailing.


What should have been a 10 minute walk home turned into half an hour as Joel took every opportunity to push me against a wall and kiss me. Fingering me in front of Nathan and commenting on how wet and ready I was for him. Asking Nathan to feel me and asking if he’d ever been able to make me as wet. Halfway on the route home we passed a park and Joel’s eyes lit up. “Patty have you ever had outdoor sex?” To tell the truth outdoor sex is on my list of things that seem to sound appealing in theory only.  Like group sex, it seems dirty and unhygienic plus with all the renovating, tonight was the first night in months that I wasn’t covered in a layer of grime, paint and plaster so I definitely was not enthusiastic to go roll around and get mud in my vagina. Joel sensed my hesitation and pointed to a dark corner where the outline of a park bench that was barely visible. “I’ll sit there and you can sit on me while your boyfriend keeps a look out.” I bit my lip and nodded, on the condition we stick to the bench.


Joel’s pants were around his ankles before he even got to the bench, and cuck obediently stood facing the foot path to keep watch. I gave him a quick kiss before going to position myself on my knees to suck Joel’s cock. “Babe as much as I love a bj, I’m so primed to fuck right now.” I gave the tip a flick with my tongue and obliged, straddling him and teasing him by not sitting all the way down until he gave a quick thrust upwards and pushed me onto his cock. “Oh god yes your cock is amazing…” I moaned. Joel grunted, quickening his pace and became almost animalistic trying to pull the top of my dress down to expose my breasts, which he licked and sucked with ferocity.


We fucked for a good 10 – 15 minutes before he couldn’t hold off any longer, “Babe quick get off, I’m close to cumming.” “You can cum in me if you want.” That was all it took and Joel blew his load inside me. I continued sitting on his lap, rocking back and forth gently as he finished cumming and I saw Nathan’s shadow approaching. Without saying a word I de-mounted Joel and spread my legs as cuck got on his knees and cleaned me up with his tongue, stopping occasionally to thank me for providing the privilege.


My grateful cuck leaned his head along the inside of my thigh after he finished as I stroked his hair. “Guys that was amazing, thanks so much for turning around my crap night.” I had to commend him for his commitment to the back story. Joel gave me a deep long kiss good bye, and to really put cuck in his place he ruffled his hair like a child and said “Thanks heaps dude for letting me fuck your girlfriend, although I guess you didn’t really have a choice did ya?” He laughed, zipped his pants up and headed back towards the road to flag a taxi as Nathan and I headed home. We walked most of the way in silence, Nathan squeezing my hand and taking in sharp breaths, which I knew was a sign he was close to cumming himself. As soon as we were inside, I dropped to my knees and took cuck’s little penis into my mouth. He came in less than 10 seconds but I still swallowed every last drop. I got back up to kiss him and as I pulled away he shook his head, “Patty I’m still… I don’t know what the hell is going on, is tonight real or am I really drunk?” “Why didn’t you have as much fun as I did?” I said with an exaggerated pout. “No no, it was amazing! But what was that guy’s deal? How weird was he? I mean I know this was my ultimate fantasy but who’s that rude in real life to fuck another guy’s girlfriend? And I was so nice to him and asked us to sit with us and everything because I felt sorry for him…” I felt terrible for causing Nathan this much angst and was about to confess I set the whole thing up and there was no girl who stood Joel up, but then he asked if he could go down on me as I replayed the night back to him going into detail about what it felt like to have Joel cum inside me. I smiled and led my sweet cuck to the bedroom.


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year dear readers! Hope you enjoyed my last post for 2015. Looking forward to sharing more of my salacious cuckolding stories with you in the new year.



Patty xx

To BBC Or Not BBC? That Is The Question!

You all know I love cuckolding Nathan. You all know I love big, thick cocks. What you don’t know is that I’m probably the only so-called cuckoldress in the world, to have never had or even tried a BBC. Like all things in life, I have a perfectly neurotic explanation for it all. I don’t post pictures of myself here so I guess when I mention that I’m Australian you’re imagining the stereotypical blonde haired, blue eyed Bondi beach babe. But my heritage is Sri Lankan ie. I’m a brown eyed girl with brown skin… And I’m kinda short. Being Sri Lankan means my extended family on both my parents’ sides, hold enough people to populate a small country. So when I was in high school, chances were that when one of the girls mentioned they’d just met the “cutest Sri Lankan boy”, I was somehow related to him (this literally happened three times). So I’ve just always had this natural aversion against dating people with darker skin just in case we happened to be related. I’m not completely nuts, I am fully aware of the fact that not all black/brown people are related to me or even Sri Lankan, yet I just can’t shake having this horrible vision of becoming accidentally pregnant with a two headed spawn of incest. I’m pretty sure I could convince my deeply religious parents that it was a virgin birth, but it’s a whole different story explaining why the baby was probably also my combined fourth cousin and uncle three times removed.

Similarly to most cucks, one of Nathan’s biggest fantasies when we first met, was to see my pussy stretched, fucked and filled by a BBC. His favourite cuckolding story, is about a couple who get married and honeymoon in the Caribbean. The husband is of course infuriatingly impotent, so the poor unfulfilled bride goes for a walk on the beach where she befriends four or five local Barbados men who after a brief chat, all end up gang banging her while the husband is off playing golf. I think at some point the priest that married them turns up and fucks her silly as well, but I digress. When I first confessed to Nathan that the thought of BBC repulses me in the same way thinking about your sibling in a sexual way makes you want to gag, he thought it was a joke and I’d inevitably bring one home. But of course I never did. Sure he was disappointed at first, but when I was able to demonstrate my resourcefulness for locating other cocks that were still just as massive, he got over it pretty quickly.

Lately though, I’ve been toying with the idea in my mind, wondering if I am missing out on something sublimely amazing. I’ve had many big cocks, including the odd few that made me walk a bit like a cowboy afterwards. So what would be so different with having a BBC? A part of me is intrigued and tempted to try something I’ve never had, and then another more cynical part of me wonders if it’s going to be a completely underwhelming and ordinary experience made more exciting by the moments leading up to it. Kinda like the first time you let a guy cum inside you, thinking you’re going to actually feel his cum exploding inside you, but you don’t end up feeling anything and you now also have a sticky mess to clean up that will continue to dribble down your thigh on the walk to the bathroom.

What’s hard to find though, is a female perspective on how great BBC’s are, without mentioning they got off on seeing the contrast between skin colours as they press against each other. Sure they mention how big they are, but who cares there are plenty of other nationalities with big cocks too – I know because I’ve fucked them and was left well and truly sated each time. There’s some mention about these men having almost godly hard bodies cut from marble, but again nothing I haven’t had before plus athleticism isn’t that big a deal to me anyway. I think that’s what’s confusing me as well, because there seems to be an extremely fine line between BBC in cuckolding and BBC in interracial fetishes. I’m seeking an answer related to cuckolding but it seems to always drift back to seeing the different skin tones against each other. Since I broke the stereotype with Nathan and showed him there are plenty of massive cocks around that aren’t necessarily BBC, he doesn’t really care anymore if I bring one home or not. As long as he gets cuckolded, he’s happy. So I suppose it all has to come down to me and if I want to add the BBC notch to my belt and also quash my crazy neuroses about being related to anyone with even remotely tanned skin.

I think I started off this post hoping after a few paragraphs of reflection the answer would magically appear and my subconscious desires would be revealed after a few keystrokes. But I just re-read what I typed and it’s just the ramblings of neurotic mind that no doubt some people may take out of context and accuse me of being racist. I am feeling though that maybe BBC isn’t something I should seek out actively, rather wait for it to fall into my lap (so to speak) and then slowly go from there depending on how comfortable I feel in that moment. Last thing I want is to go to the trouble of arranging a guy to come over, only to dry reach as soon as he tries to kiss me because I can’t get over my idiotic thoughts of him possibly being related to me.

What are your thoughts and theories, my dear reader? Would love to hear from anyone that swears by BBC. Should I just take a Xanax and jump on the first one I see? I’m curious especially from a cuckolding perspective, what the appeal is to seeing your wife/girlfriend with a BBC, besides the interracial aspect.

Patty xx

Does It Count If It’s With A Girl?

Every now and then I get this itch that no man can scratch. It’s not often, maybe once a year or every couple of years but I recognise it instantly now – I want need to be with a woman. I wouldn’t say I’m bi-sexual by any means, because basically 99.99% of the time I will take cock over pussy. Seriously, cocks are awesome! They’re big and hard, don’t get UTIs just because you went swimming in over/under-chlorinated water or didn’t eat enough yoghurt, don’t get squelchy wet when you go near them and are generally the one part of a guys body without a 5 o’clock shadow. But it’s that 0.01% of the time I get butterflies when an exceptionally beautiful woman walks past and for some reason all I can think about is burying my face between her legs because… To hell with cock! My theory these days is because I use online dating websites so much to choose my bulls, I max out my creepy dude quota faster than the average person and so all of a sudden, women are starting to look kinda nice…

The first time I cucked Nathan with a woman, I thought it was going to be amazing. From an emasculation perspective, I thought it would be the ultimate way to enforce he’s that less of a man I would rather fuck a woman than him. From a small penis humiliation perspective, I thought it would really drive home that his penis is so small, I’d rather fuck a woman because I receive more pleasure from her clit rubbing against me. From a denial perspective, I thought it would be hot that he’s also denied from servicing her the same way he’d service my bulls because she was all for me.

However what I forgot was Nathan is still a pretty blokey guy (manly/masculine for the non-Australian readers) despite being a cuckold. So when I first raised it with him he was on board, not overly excited but definitely not underwhelmed. I set up the date as usual, with an absolutely stunning brunette in her early 20s who didn’t mind that Nathan would be in the room watching. She arrived at our place, chatted a bit on the couch before we made our way to the bedroom. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and within minutes clothes were flying and we were pressing our naked bodies together trying to grope and feel as much of the other one as we could. I thought it was going so well, I was getting my itch scratched and Nathan was getting the ultimate cuckolding by watching me with a woman. I was fucking a woman instead of him, how humiliating! Then I actually looked over at Nathan, and he was standing up wanking in the corner of the room with the same look on his face public masturbators have. That intense stare, with their lip curled up like they’re internally screaming “oooh yeah, fucking hot right here!” Then it finally dawned on me: He’s getting off on it because it’s girl-on-girl not because it’s cuckolding!

I was so mad at him, but I like to pride myself on a job well done so I made the Brunette cum a few times before sending her out the door and turning my attention to Nathan. “You’re a bad cuckold!” He shrugged and looked at me innocently, not understanding what I was talking about. “You were getting off on it for LESBIAN reasons not because of cuckolding! I saw your pervert face I know what you were thinking!” He shrugged again and said he thought that was the point of it, so I explained all my thoughts about how no in actual fact he should have been feeling pretty damn sexually humiliated. “Nah but it doesn’t count if it’s with a girl. Cocks or nothing, baby!” We argued a bit more and I was feeling pretty disheartened at my failed attempt, so I locked him in chastity for a few days so he couldn’t jerk off at the thought of me with the Brunette.

I’ve hooked up with a few more women since then, but now I use the same strategy as I do with my shyer bulls and keep Nathan on the otherside of the bedroom door to only listen in and not watch. I joke with the girl about how she’s so much better because Nathan’s so small and impotent I’d prefer her soft pussy any day of the week, and listen for the “Ahh omg!” coming through the door. He still believes he’s getting off because of the girl-on-girl aspect, but there’s no denying hearing him cumming at the exact moment I say that line. It’s nice to know that I can enjoy being with a woman, and my little cuck is still kept firmly in his place.

So what do you guys reckon? Can you cuck a cuck with a woman? I think my strategies working so far and if Nathan continues to deny that it is cuckolding, maybe two women with strap-ons spitroasting him would change his mind, but as always I’d love to hear your stories!

Patty xx

When Cuckolds Go Bad: AKA The Time He Broke My Heart

Two posts this week and this one is extra long, because I anticipate flaking out over the next two weeks and not posting anything as work picks up again.

Since I started this blog, I’ve had a number of people men email me about how lucky Nathan and I are for having a cuckold relationship that works. Short of being his wife, everything Nathan did seemed to have come straight from a cuckold fantasy novel (or that ridiculous instructional video):

Step 1: Get girlfriend

Step 2: Ask her to cuckold you and have her agree that it all sounds pretty neat

Step 3: Big cocks will fall from the heavens into all her holes

Step 4: You are now a cuckold, so maybe get a cage and a strap-on or something

Ok so I’m being a tad facetious. But that’s why I’ve decided to write about something that still causes an ache in my heart from time to time. Everyone seems to assume once you’re in a cuckold relationship, you’re completely immune from other relationship dramas that can affect ‘normal/vanilla’ couples. Even I’m guilty of focusing completely on how much more intense and passionate our relationship is compared to any other relationship that I’ve had previously. And of course then there’s the old adage that cuckolding is all about communication, and if you’re communicating all the time then there’s no room for secrets right?

I’ll start from the very beginning. Before Nathan and I went on our first date, we were acquaintances at best. He seemed like a nice guy, our conversations were always interesting and always full of laughter but I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend at the time. Reason being, I had a 6+ month trip booked to travel solo across South America. When Nathan asked me out, I figured dinner and drinks wouldn’t be so bad because he knew I had my trip planned so he obviously wasn’t expecting it to go any further. Of course we all know how that ended, I went back to his place, we fucked and then he told me about cuckolding and here we are today.

I was scheduled to leave for South America 10 months after our first date so from the beginning we knew that it wasn’t casual, but we would have to decide whether or not to stay together or take a break and see how we felt about picking up again after I returned. I didn’t feel right about making him wait for me so I suggested we take a break. Well not take a break as such, we’d stay in touch as much as possible but if we met someone that we believed could turn into something more long term, then we’d end our relationship, no hard feelings.

It goes without saying I banged my way around the continent. I emailed Nathan every night, and when I’d wake up in the morning his reply would be sitting there waiting for me. I fell more in love with him every day and when it got to the 3 month mark of my trip, I realised that I didn’t want to be with anyone else besides him.

It was around this time that I ended up becoming closer to a British guy that I met in Chile (and then coincidentally bumped into in three other countries after that) and we decided to travel together from there on. Andy was so beautifully British in everything he did and we got along even better after he discovered I made a great wingman for him. We spent most days traipsing through little villages and then hitting bars at night. One night when we both struck out and were still pretty drunk, we decided to go back to my hotel and lounge around by the pool. I lay on the grass and Andy sat next to me, cross-legged. We were having standard drunken banter, drifting from topic to topic when he suddenly asked, “Hey Patty, do you think I’m attractive?” I giggled and told him I thought he was as cute as a button, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. He slapped my hand away, “No I’m serious. I mean… It’s just we spend all this time together, and you’re always helping me hook up with other girls and I was just wondering why… You didn’t want to… you know… hook up with me…? I know you have a boyfriend and he’s ok with you fucking all these guys, but I feel like we have this brilliant connection and I want to be with you all the time and I care so much about you and yeah… I guess I just want to know why him and not me? ” I lay there in silence, not knowing quite what to say. I was definitely starting to feel something for Andy, but wasn’t sure if it was real or just because he was there when Nathan wasn’t.  Then I said probably the only realistic and kindest thing I could’ve told him to spare both our feelings, “Andy even if I didn’t have a boyfriend back home, we couldn’t do anything about it. You’re not going to uproot your life in England on a whim to be with me, and I’m not going to do the same and leave Australia to be with you. That’s why we get along so well, because we both think that sort of behavior is idiotic.” He lay down next to me and sighed, “I guess you’re right. Must be all the beer talking… Turning me into Hugh Grant or some shit…” I turned around and hugged him and we fell asleep by the pool in each other’s arms. We were woken up the next morning by angry Colombians yelling and shooing us with sticks (turned out it wasn’t my hotel but the one next door, oops). Still groggy and slightly hungover we ran out onto the street, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself for not giving into temptation and staying true to Nathan.

Fast forward to the day I returned back home, and I was unbelievably excited to see Nathan. Cuckold or not, I was going to fuck him until his dick fell off. So imagine my surprise to find he wasn’t as excited to see me. I stood in his doorway smiling away like a moron before he awkwardly gave me a hug and invited me in. I pretended not to notice and started gushing about how much I missed him and how I had so many more stories to tell him besides the ones I had already emailed. Nathan said “Cool.” We went out for dinner, I watched him push his food around on the plate for a good 5 minutes before asking what was wrong. “Nothing, it’s just overwhelming seeing you again after being gone so long.” I feigned a smile, but internally my gut was twisting and my brain was going into overdrive trying to figure out what I could have done  wrong, what sign I could have missed that maybe he wasn’t as vested in me as I was in him.

Two months passed and although Nathan was more affectionate than that first night I returned, something still seemed off. So I did something I’m not entirely proud of, and went through his emails. He was in the shower and had left his laptop on and logged into his emails, and I suppose I just felt that if I had some reassurance we were definitely ok, I could leave it be. I skimmed through, mostly from me plus other things he’d subscribed to, and then I saw one from Elly. Nathan had told me they were friends who hooked up one time before he and I got together, but they didn’t speak any more. He hadn’t mentioned at all they were back in contact so I grew exceedingly nervous when I scrolled further down to see there were more from her. I drew in a breath sharply and clicked on one at random that had been sent a month ago. All it said was “Mmm I like the sound of that.” So I scrolled down to read his original email, which detailed all things he wanted to do to Elly including greeting her at the door, holding her hands above her head and fucking her against the wall. I still can’t articulate the level of betrayal I felt in that moment. Was everything we had together just a joke? Why would he think this is ok? Was he only asking me to deny him all this time because he was off fucking Elly? Or was he only pretending to want to be cuckolded because he wanted to justify his cheating on me?

I felt sick to my stomach, grabbed my stuff and ran out of his place. I didn’t want to look at him. I drove to the beach, parked my car and sobbed until it was dark. I checked my phone and there were missed calls from Nathan plus a text: Why were you going through my emails? I cried even more, knowing he didn’t care about what I had read, just that I’d breached his privacy. He called again, this time I took a few calming breaths to collect myself and not seem like I’d been crying for hours but my voice was still shaky.

“Patty, why were you going through my emails?”

“I just thought something was wrong with us because you’ve been so distant since I got back and I just wanted to have some reassurance that it was all in my head but I guess it wasn’t and you’re cheating on me with Elly…”

I started to cry again while he ‘explained’ that I was being silly and overreacting. That nothing was going on between him and Elly and there was a logical explanation. He begged me to come back to his place so he could explain it all and although a part of me wanted to hear that it was all a big, BIG misunderstanding, another wiser part of me couldn’t bear to see him lie to my face and say there was another way to interpret the words: “I can’t wait to feel your cum dripping down my cock as I’m fucking you.” So I hung up and turned my phone off. As I drove away from the beach, I could hear Andy’s voice whispering in my head, “Why him and not me?” and started to tear up again.

I didn’t speak to Nathan for about two months and every day he sent me emails and texts, which I deleted and never read. The one day it was like a switch flipped in my brain and all my sadness turned to rage. How dare he cheat on me and then make me feel like the bad person for not giving him a second chance! In my anger I decided to go see him after work and finally confront him and hear what he had to say, knowing that I wasn’t going to fall apart sobbing at his feet and more likely to slap him across the face and storm out.

I planned it all in my head. I’d knock on the door and yell, “You want to explain yourself so badly, well fine I’m here now so you can explain why you cheated on me!” I imagined he’d then start crying and apologise for being a piece of shit, to which I’d tell him to go fuck himself and I’d leave looking like a total badass from an action movie, just casually walking away from an explosion. But when I knocked on the door and he opened it, I couldn’t get the words out. I just stood there staring at him. He hugged me crying, “Patty, I’m so sorry I’ve missed you so much.” I slowly hugged him back, and realised how much I’d been missing him too.

We sat down together in his living room making small talk about how we’d been, what we’d been up to when he finally brought up the reason I was there. “Patty, I never cheated on you with Elly… I was just confused after you got back from overseas because I wasn’t expecting to be the kind of guy that waits around for over half a year for a girl. So I got back in touch with Elly as a test for myself to make sure I really did want to be with you. And I know how it sounds but it’s true, I never did anything with her I just talked shit with her to see if the temptation was there and it wasn’t. The whole time I kept thinking about how I’d much prefer to be with you.” I sat there silently, digesting what he was saying. It seemed too perfect an explanation and I began to wonder if it was something he crafted in the months that we were estranged. At the same time I couldn’t help feel a twinge of empathy, afterall wasn’t Andy my test for temptation?

Almost as if he read my mind, Nathan said, “I know you at least told me about you and Andy, so I’m sorry that I hid what I was doing with Elly from you. And I’m sorry I reacted badly I honestly didn’t see what I did as a bad thing but I do now in retrospect. I never cheated on you, I’ve been cheated on and I wouldn’t want you to go through what I did.” We talked for the rest of the night, trying to make sense of our feelings and how to move forward. As further proof he offered to show me the rest of the emails from Elly, all written in future tense, nothing actually saying anything along the lines of “I enjoyed what we did” and then a final email where he cut things off and she wrote back an angry email for leading her on. We decided to take things slow, as if we were starting again from scratch and we were strangers, which was half true because I still felt like I couldn’t trust him and I knew it would take a long time before I could again.

Nathan was lucky I could sympathise with his idea of wanting to test his mettle because I had done the same. The only difference being, Andy suddenly appeared in my life but I would never have gone out of my way to tempt fate the way Nathan did. If I had never met another person to test the truth of my feelings towards Nathan, everything would have unfolded completely differently and I don’t think I would have believed or forgiven him. Plus we’d spent so much of our relationship initially focusing on rules for cuckolding we never really put in the same amount of effort to discuss ordinary relationship boundaries – ie. Dirty talking with ex-flings = bad. I suppose that’s the other side to cuckolding, the cheating aspect can become a bit skewed for cucks who get off on the idea of seeing their partner being fucked by another guy. So over time, that becomes their only definition of ‘cheating’ and like in our case where we hadn’t established normal relationship boundaries, Nathan didn’t think his emails to Elly would worry me at all. He wasn’t literally fucking her (as I now believe, 2 years later) so he thought it was ok. We have learnt a lot from that experience and I feel we have come a long way in terms of always talking about our issues and any niggly thoughts in the back of our minds. Not to say we don’t have little fights every now and then, usually over something mundane like who was supposed to cook dinner vs do the dishes. But we’re in a better place.

Patty xx