Islandgrlj

I wish my wife loved me the way you love your husband. He is very lucky.

Thank you for saying that my husband is a lucky man. As for your wife, she loves you in her own way. With social media, Tumblr specifically, one can learn about their likes especially about their sexuality. Tumblr helped me embrace the fact that I am a cuckqueen, and it started many years prior to me even learning the term. If your wife hasn't been on Tumblr, maybe it's a way for you to learn her kinks and see what turns her on.

One of my favorite fantasies is my husband bringing his cumslut out with us and he makes sure to fill her up. Then he makes me clean them both up before they go back to the party.

I'll beg you to fill me up raw in my pussy over and over and over again. I don't care if your wife is home, I'll still beg for your seed deep inside my pussy. Gawd in your bed, on your kitchen table, the nursery, the couch you cuddle up on. I'd let you take me whenever and wherever you want. Even maybe outside hehe.

But just know I'm loud and drippy. You might have to gag me if you don't want your wife to hear hehe. As you thrust inside me I'll beg and moan in pleasure asking for everything you can give me. Do you want her to hear? I love a married man that has such control over his wife that he could breed me right in front of her and she wouldn't do a thing.

Gawd my one friend's brother-in-law has a wife and a breeding toy and he brings both to family gatherings. Kind of would love that type of situation. Fuck me all night in your martial bed while she sleeps on the couch listening to my pleasure and if I'm truly blessed, your dirty talk too.

(via slootypebbles)

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Radical idea

I get off on thinking of us in a really animalistic way. He’s this alpha, incredibly sexy man, the king of our pride of lions or whatever. 

I’m his queen, his primary. I’m his life partner. 

The others? well here’s what I’ve been thinking as of lately.. Initially I only wanted them to be of the most minor significance in his life, one night stands, casual hook ups, nothing important. but now?

I am comfortable with him having varying levels of emotional attachment to these women and them to him, if, and only if he makes sure I still feel like the queen. 

I need to hear him tell me how important I am to him. How I am his number one. How no matter how hot, sexy, tight, incredible, kind, fun, these women are, he would drop any of them like a hot potato if I so much felt uncomfortable. I want him to remind me that I am the one who owns his heart. I am the one the quietly holds the power.  At the end of the day I’m the girl he brought home to his family. The one that takes care of him and supports him. If it weren’t for me he would not have been able to explore this side of himself. I want him to tell me he’s as in love with me today as he was all those years ago. That living without me is not an option. That he daydreams of our future. That we are going to be together forever. I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me that NO ONE will ever come between us. 

and if he does all that… I’m not too concerned about how many hearts he sends her, or the occasional sleep over. 

I need his words.