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Could She Be A Spartan Woman? Lauren Confesses!

So I haven’t updated in months and some of you are anxious to hear Lauren’s confessions. I would imagine the most common topic of any blog is the occasional apology for time off. I won’t make excuses.  Suffice to say, the events detailed in my last post left me with some soul searching to do.  I’ve learned a lot and much has happened since I found out for sure Lauren has been an active cuckoldress.

I’m analytical.  I like to ponder things.  I wonder if the desire to take other lovers is something genetic – inherited.  Is it in your blood?  Oddly, I was watching the movie The 300 this weekend and became quite enamored with the Spartan King’s wife – an outspoken woman.  In one scene, a Persian messenger chastised the King for allowing his wife to have an opinion, to which the Queen essentially told him, ‘fuck you!”  Being that Lauren is of Greek descent, I set out to learn more about Spartan women.

What I discovered online is absolutely astounding.  Spartan women were incredibly sexually open for women in the ancient world.  It’s been reported Spartan husbands shared their wives with other men and the wives of older husbands were encouraged to seek sexual liasons with younger men.  They were “notorious” for having opinions (”even on political matters!”) and—what was clearly worse from the perspective of other Greek men—”their husbands listened to them.” Aristotle claimed that Spartan men were “ruled by their wives”—and cited the freedom of Spartan women as one of two reasons why the Spartan Constitution was reprehensible.

In a frequently quoted incident, the wife of King Leonidas was allegedly asked why Spartan women were the only women in Greece who “ruled” their husbands. Queen Gorgo replied, “because we are the only women who give birth to men.” In other words, only men with the self-confidence to accept women as equals were men at all.

Hell, Queen Gorgo (Lena Heady) in The 300 even has the classic mediterranean look Lauren has.  So could my wife be hearing some ancient call?  Is he Spartan blood boiling?  LOL!  WHO KNOWS!?  But it’s very sexy to think about!!

Fascinating stuff.  Read more here.

The night Lauren finally came clean (see my last post), she offered to give me juicy details about her escapades. But I could tell she was having difficulty verbalizing them. She’s always been a little shy (if you can believe that) when it comes to talking about sex in graphic detail. She’s very much a woman and, like many, expects me to just “know” what she’s referring to. So I made her an offer: If she’d provide excruciatingly detailed accounts, she could write them for me and e-mail them. She was excited about this because, like me, she’s a writer. This benefits me (and you) as well because I can simply change the names, locations, and other details of her accounts then post them in here in her exact words!

She decided to start, not at the beginning, but at the present – her latest conquest from her business trip. If you’ll recall Lauren had to go back to our college town. I suspected there would be more than business there because an old boyfriend of hers still lived there, and my confessions were confirmed when I found that reciept.

So I won’t ramble any further. Here, in (mostly) Lauren’s own words, is her most recent story: Read more

And On The Seventh Day…

Secrets! Everyone has them… confess yours here…

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Confession Is Good For The Soul

Some people, on the subconscious level, make intentional careless mistakes when they want to get get caught doing something.  For example, all the years I’ve suspected Lauren was cuckolding me she’s always covered her tracks pretty well… until she left that incriminating receipt in her car.  Maybe she was tired of living a lie, so to speak.  At the same time, I was asking myself how I could be so stupid for leaving the receipt on my scanner after Lauren found it.  And that’s the start of this new chapter in my saga.  My wife has been cuckolding me. I know it now and she knows I know it now.

I looked up from a TV show a was watching one night last week to see Lauren standing in the doorway of the living room.  She had on a tight pair of jeans, a low cut bouse, make up like a porn star’s, and her hair was wild.  She was dressed exactly like I love so i didn’t immediately notice what she was holding up.  Then I realized it was a small slip of paper.  And then it dawned on me – it was the store receipt!

“I could easily tell you that I bought the items on here for my friend and you’d probably believe me.”  She said with a faint smile trying to escape the corners of her mouth.

“Not anymore.”  I replied.   I was both fearful and excited.  I motioned for her to come sit next to me on the couch.  She snuggled close as I put my arm around her and we sat like that for a little while, both searching for the words.

She sighed.

“I just can’t be faithful.  I tried.”  she said quietly.  “I love being married to you but I love feeling single, too.”

“We talked about this so many times, Lauren.  I’ve told you it’s ok, that I’m into it, that I want to be a part of it with you.”  I replied.

She sat up and looked at me.  “You say that now, but the reality of it might make you feel differently.”

That was true, of course.  And I’ve covered that possibility in this blog before.  Like I’ve said, I’m not going to stereoytype women especially since I’ve picked up a lot of female readers, but most women I’ve ever met are very much into the “happily ever after” aspect of being married. They take even the most simple conflict within a marriage very personally and will go to great lengths – even sacrificing what they want out of life – to make a marriage work. They should be commended for that. And they certainly know how jealous and possessive us guys can be. So is it any wonder most of our wives and girlfriends simply will not explore a lifestyle that could destroy their marriage after the erotic haze is lifted and we see it for what it technically is?

Or, in Lauren’s case now, they’ll HIDE their indiscretions even when their man says he’d be OK with them.

“Lauren, I wish you’d given me the chance, to experience this with you, that’s what’s disappointing.”  I said.

She bit her bottom lip as I said that.  She’s always looks so sexy when she does that.

“Well…” she began, and I could tell she was choosing her words very carefully.  “I could…fill you in on all the details… would you like that?”

The events she unfolded for me after that are not for the faint of heart.  In fact, If you only have a passive interest in cuckolding, and in femdom, the next few entries in this blog may even shock you.

… to be continued…

My Date With Allison

So I know many of you have been waiting for the details of Monday’s date with Allison. But so much has been happening – including finding that incriminating receipt of Lauren’s – that my head has really been spinning. This has been like one of those porno soap operas!

Well, I met Allison for lunch Monday. I’d arranged to take the rest of the afternoon off so I wouldn’t be in any big hurry to get back to the office. I walked into the restaurant where she was waiting and even after not having seen her for over 10 years I immediately recognized her from across the room. She was just as pretty and her eyes were just as sparkling. She got up from her table and met me half way for a hug. It was a very provocative hug. She pressed herself into me.

“Hey, girl,” I said, like I always used to say. “Hi,” was her reply.

So we sat down and ordered lunch and talked about old times and caught up on new times. Nothing real major until she put her hand on my thigh and started gently rubbing, locking her eyes on me. Now, a certain aggressiveness in women has always been a turn on for me and I was visibly turned on. My nervousness was a prime indicator and when she slid her hand up to my crotch and scraped a fingernail across the bulge that had formed in my pants, I almost jumped out of my seat!

I need to mention a few things before I continue. First, for those of you who haven’t been reading my blog, this is a very goody goody married Christian girl. This brief physical contact matched anything we’d ever done while we were dating. Not that I never wanted to. I was always afraid if I pushed her for sex, she’d dump me. So I didn’t push her for sex years ago and she dumped me anyway!

In addition, this was the first sexual contact I’d had with a woman since Lauren and I first hooked up. So, as you can imagine, my head was swimming. Oddly, Allison didn’t seem too nervous herself. She later revealed she’d been rehearsing this for weeks.

“Do you want to get out of here?” She asked. All I could do was nod my head. So we paid the bill and she led me by the hand out to her… mini van. Of course she had a van! She’s a mother of three! I climbed into the passenger side and she got in the drivers side. I took notice of the van’s interior. Heavily tinted windows which are standard for keeping bright sunlight out of baby’s eyes. Beige leather, with swivel seats in the back. The very back seats had been let down, leaving about 5 feet of flat empty space. And there were blankets. She’d come prepared!

I directed her to an old empty shopping center and, once there, she drove around to the back.

“How’s this?” she asked?

“Looks good.” I stammered.

She leaned over and began kissing me. Slowly, soflly, licking my lips, and softly massaging my dick through my pants. I could tell she’d been kissed before. She was always a good kisser.

“Let’s get in the back,” she said, already moving in that direction. So I waited for her and watched as she began unbuttoning her jeans and and sliding them off. I got up and joined her, and she helped as I fumbled with my belt. Once we were both completely stripped from the waist down, her eyes trained on my cock. She’d never seen it before. And she approved. She lowered herself and sucked it into her mouth, working her tongue under the shaft with light flicking motions.

“Mmmm” she said, “my turn. I want to feel some of what you’ve been bragging about.”

She was referring to one of our instant messenger conversations about oral sex where I said I loved giving rim jobs. She’d never had one and was anxious to feel it. (Seriously, how many guys will suck someone’s asshole?)  She then placed herself in one of the swivel seats and spread her legs. I could see her pussy glistening. I could almost hear it.

“Come on.” She whispered.

I crawled towards her and she reached out for the top of my head, grasping my hair, and guided my face into her.  I began lapping her juices into me and she let out a low moan as she shuffled her body down into the seat, giving me more access to her lower regions.  I snaked my tongue down along her clit, through her lips, past the tender spot below, before resting it on her anus.  I then flicked my tongue into her.

“Oh, God,” she sighed.  I’d heard her pray before, but never in this context.  She seemed content to have me licking her pussy and ass all afternoon and, indeed, I did put in a good hour of it.  But I my erection was now throbbing and a bit painful so I had to sink it into her.  I got up on my knees and positioned myself and slid my dick into her.  Her eyes got wide with the realization she actually had another man’s cock in her besides her husband’s.  For a fleeting moment I thought she was resisting, but then she started rocking with me.

I was incredibly turned on and, after the tongue worshipping she’d gotten, she was, too.  Neither of us lasted long.  I held back until I knew she was about to cum, then I let myself go, too, and we came together.  I held her for a few moments until I soften inside her.  Then, being the dutiful cuckold I’ve grown to be, I went back to work with my tongue, cleaning my cum out of her.  She was surprised at first, almost again resistant, but quickly found herself enjoying the slippery feeling of my cum being spread in and around her pussy.  She had a second orgasm mere moments later.

There was very little small talk afterwards.  A formerly faithful woman who has just fucked around on her husband for the first time rarely has much to say.  They get very introspective.

That was Monday.  I haven’t heard much from her since.  One or two little chats where the subject wasn’t brought up.  But I know she’ll be back.  I’m not the world’s best lover but I know she’s never had it like that before and I know her husband certainly won’t give it to her that way.

Cuckolding On Youtube II: Bollywood Edition

At the height of its civilization, India was the land of the Kama Sutra, Koke Shastra, Ananga Ranga – the sacred literature teaching ways and means of heightening sexual pleasure, not only with one’s own spouse, but also with other partners.

Several sex surveys carried out recently point to a definite resurgence of guilt-free extramarital sex among women. A KamaSutra Cross Tab Sex Survey found permissiveness at an all-time high. Respondents across India (Bangalore 27 percent; Chennai 28 percent; Delhi 22 percent; Hyderabad 20 percent; Kolkata 32 percent; Mumbai 24 percent) feel that both partners should be free to have extramarital sex with the spouse’s consent.

The second-largest-circulated newsmagazine in India, Outlook, recently carried out a survey in several Indian metros to come up with similar results. Its correspondents interviewed sex specialists and psychologists in Delhi, Mumbai, Kolkata, Chennai and Ahmedabad, among other cities, to discover that in the business of sex now, women are indeed on top, literally. Titled “Woman on top: Eves do it too”, the Outlook cover story said: “It’s not just Adam for Madam. The Indian woman storms another male bastion as she seeks sex – and solace – outside her marriage.”

This new sexual liberation is mirrored in Indian movies from “Bollywood,” and I’ve pulled a few hot cheating/cuckolding wife clips from Youtube.

In this first clip, a sexy young wife is making out with her lover while her husband is at work – and trying to call her:

In this next clip, Miss India Shruti Sharma is cheating on her husband and but one his friends may have recognized her…

Finally, a sexy Indian wife fucks her lover while her husband listens in on the phone:

Hooking Up With Allison On Monday

After 6 months of chat, e-mails, and phone calls, my middle-school sweat heart and I are finally hooking up for “lunch” Monday.  As you know, she’s one of those goody goody Evangelical Christian girls who’s always had an inner slut screaming to get out.  she’s in her mid 30s now and bored.  And she’s made it clear I’ll be eating more than lunch.  Why is it I always find my tongue between women’s legs?

To catch up with “All Things Allison,”  click here.  And of course I’ll give all the details after the fact.  Wish me luck!

Have I been cuckolded? The strongest evidence yet.

Lauren got in yesterday evening and after a quick dinner she went to bed.  I could tell she was tired from the drive or perhaps from staying out too late partying (there’s that cuckold mind again.)  She asked if I would get some things she bought for Christmas out of her car later and she left her suitcase for me to bring upstairs later when I came to bed which afforded me the perfect opportunity to snoop.  If I wanted to.  And I did debate it.  After all, snooping through other people’s things can’t often be justified and looking for clues or confirmation you’re wife is cheating can open mental doors you may not want open.  What if I found something – a note, a guys’s phone number scribbled on a bar napkin – how would I really feel, turned on or jealous? And is there really a difference in being turned on and jealous with me anymore?

Of course, If found nothing, it would be subtle let down.

I ultimately decided against it and instead opted to go out to her car to get the thinks she asked me to get.  So stepped outside and opended her back door and a little bag of “travel trash” fell out onto the driveway.  A couple of empty Starbucks cups, a doritos bag, and assorted gas station receipts and such.  I retrieved the garbage and, knowing she need the receipts to get travel reimbursement from her employer, I stuffed them into my jacket pocket.  Grapping the shopping bags, I closed the car door and went back into the house.

I pulled her receipts from my pocket and the one on top of the pile caught my attention, and was I shocked!  And then the shock became excitement!  So here for you is a scan of the receipt with images added by me to further punctuate just what the receipt reveals!

Now, there are many explanations for THIS, right?  I mean, even though the last digits of the credit card number are Lauren’s, she could have bought all this for someone else, right?  I mean, I certainly don’t use Trogan Magnum Large Condoms!  And Lauren used to smoke in college, but she’s pretty much quit except when she’s drinking.  But Virginia Slims were her brand.

I wanted to rush into the bedroom and ravage her.  I wanted go down on her and eat her for hours.  I wanted to fuck her fast and furious.  I became a little insane with lust at this point.  But instead I let her sleep.  I had to consider what to do with this evidence.  If I tell her I’ve found it, she’d probably say she bought some of these things, including the condoms, for her friend Chrystal.  But if I was quiet about it… she might get careless with covering her tracks again, to the point where a situation arises she can’t deny or talk her way out of.

So I sat in my chair and pondered.  And thought about Christmas.

My New Guilty Pleasure: Secret Diary Of A Call Girl

Lauren is back from her business trip today and you just know I’ll be sniffing and hinting around to see if she indulged in any extracurricular activities while she was gone.  But besides cleaning the house top to bottom for her while she was away, I found something else to occupy my time.  I watched all 8 episodes of season 1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl.  And I’m hooked (no pun intented.)

For those unfamiliar with the show, Secret Diary of a Call Girl is a British television drama starring Billie Piper as Belle, a high-class London-based call girl. The show is based on the blogs of Belle de Jour.  The true identity of the real Belle is unknown so I’ve never seen her, but the actress portraying her in the series, Biller Piper, is both cute as a button and fiercely sexy at the same time.  One of the early episodes has a scene with some very delicious cuckolding overtones.  In it, Belle has to duck out of sex party when her pregnant sister goes into labor.  Later that morning, “her man” (who wasn’t with her at the sex party!) peaks inside her purse and discovers items that are a little (cough cough!) hard to explain.

And don’t miss the Dominatrix episode. WOW!

So here’s some images and videos from Secret Diary Of A Call Girl to get you started:

Here’s the trailer from season 1:

Here’s a clip someone made on youtube using the classic Mary Tyler Moore theme.  Bring back memories?

Lauren, Allison, and Angel: What’s Up? Plenty!

Sorry, everyone!  I meant to have this post up Thursday night, but I caught a bug and spent most of Thurday evening and Friday in bed.  But here’s just a quick update on how things are going.

Lauren, as I mentioned earlier, is out of town this weekend on the proverbial “business trip.” Yeah, it does sound cliche! But her job does send her out from time to time. She will, in fact, be in our old college town and staying with a sorority sister who settled down there. The two were quite wild back in the day and I think Lauren has played around since we’ve been married while visiting her. We’ll see.

Allison and I are moving ahead with our plan to meet up for a “date.” She wants something to happen but I think I’ll let her make the first move.

Angel popped into AIM yesterday and we chatted a while. She does that every now and then. I want to get her to talk about her sex life after we broke up. I know her and her ex-husband got into swinging. Maybe I can get some juicy details.

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By the way, I collect pictures of women  making the sign if the cuckold.  If you have any to pass along, I’d appreciate it.

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