A New Lover for my Princess? (Part 2)

Have you read Part 1?  It's here.

At the end of the previous post, Emma and her boss' boss, Mike were talking at the bar at a social event organised by her employer.  The two of them were flirting quite blatantly and I was doing my best not to interfere or make her feel in any way restrained by my proximity.  

I can't remember how the two of them parted company; it's possible that I missed a goodbye kiss, and quite a lot of heavy flirting as I was trying so hard not to stare and look excited like the wannabe cuckold that I am.  The next thing I remember is being in the taxi with Emma.  She simply could not stop talking about Mike.  She was too drunk to realise how much she was focusing on him, and I was too turned on to comment on it.  Instead I encouraged her to talk as much as she liked.  She obviously thought very highly of him, professionally and as a person.  I couldn't tell though, whether she found him physically attractive - he is quite rugged looking.  Maybe even craggy; not at all the tanned, groomed, athletic type that Emma is usually attracted to.  Maybe it's the fact that he has quite a lot of power in her organisation that was causing this fascination.  Emma was actually talking about him like a fan, like she was grateful that he had spent so long talking to her.  "He's just such a nice guy!  Not cocky or arrogant at all!" she kept saying.

Once we got home we pretty much went straight to bed, and I pretty much begged Emma to be allowed to giver her an orgasm.  "Oh, alright, go on then" she consented.  

Now, recently I have asked Emma if she ever thinks about anyone else - an ex, a co-worker, a famous person, a friend - whilst I am pleasuring her and she says she doesn't.  I had planned to ask her if she would do it, for a kind of dare, but I have never really had the balls to do it yet.  This seemed like an ideal opportunity, I thought.  I would get her aroused and then suggest that she may want to think about someone else, for the fun of it.

So that's how I found myself between Emma's beautiful thighs that night, working hard at pleasuring her with my tongue, waiting for the right moment to suggest this moderately kinky fantasy.  Just as I was thinking of the best way to phrase it, I heard something that made my heart leap.  Two syllables passed her lips.  

"Aahh... Mike.."

Unmistakable.  In between the groans of pleasure, the name came out in a breathy half-whisper.  Upon hearing it I gave out a slight involuntary groan of my own.  It felt amazing.  This was way more than I had hoped.  I was plucking up the courage to ask her to do something like this and worrying about her refusing, when she goes ahead and does it of her own volition, which makes it a hundred times sexier, as she's not being prompted at all - she's just saying it because she's genuinely thinking about him and doesn't give a fuck that I know it!

As I carried on pleasuring her I replayed the sound in my head.  Was it "Oh my God?"  Nope.  Definitely not.  Definitely two syllables.  Has she ever said "Oh my"?  Nope, she wasn't born in the 1900's!  This was a genuine, full-on, simultaneous, shared, cuckold fantasy in action.  Bliss.

Afterwards, after her climactic convulsions, I kissed her thighs and cuddled her hips, telling her over and over that I love her.  She rested her hand on my head as it lay in her lap. 

Neither of us mentioned it - I have learned that I must not express my excitement about these kind of things as it starts to look like it's for my benefit.  Everything is for Emma's benefit now.  As it should be.

The following day I was super-helpful and obedient, kneeling, kissing, cleaning, complimenting, pampering, you name it - I was the perfect husband.

I have a good feeling about Emma and Mike.  Watch this space...

Away for the Weekend

I have to go away until Monday, with work.  My Princess has asked me to text Nathan and arrange for him to partner her in the gym today and tomorrow.  He knows I am away all weekend.  They both fancy each other and they both know it.

It could be an interesting weekend.  Unless my Princess texts me, I won't know anything until Monday.

Probably nothing will happen, but the fact that they are both comfortable enough to be seeing each other whilst I am away from home is, I think, a major step towards cuckolding...

Princess at the Gym with her Guilty Pleasure

As I type, my beautiful fiancée is at the gym with her ''guilty pleasure'' Nathan. He had a much better body than mine and she has made no secret of her feelings towards him. He and I both know she fancies him.  She has left me a list of chores to complete before she returns, including vaccuuming, washing, ironing, mopping and cleaning the bathroom.

She is so beautiful and I am so lucky to have the chance to work like this for such a special, confident woman. I hope she is enjoying her time with Nathan. Must stop writing now as I have things to do and I want her to see how hard I have worked whist she has been out enjoying herself.

Hopefully I will have time to do some shopping and cooking too.  If she is really pleased with how much work I have done then maybe I will get to bath and massage her...

My Princess Has Found a New Partner

A new gym partner, that is.

As of this week, she has started going to the gym with Nathan, her self-confessed "guilty pleasure".

This means:

a) Nathan will get to see Emma up close, in all sorts of positions, in sexy, skin-tight gym-wear.

b) Emma will get a good look at Nathan's impressive physique.

c) They will be able to flirt without me to cramp their style.

d) A boundary has been crossed - they are now happy to do things without me.

e) Emma feels confident and in control enough to sideline me in favour of someone she has already told me she fancies.

All good.

Next, this:

Showing Off my Princess on a Nudist Beach

Princess Emma and I are due to go to Italy for a week soon, and apparently there is a nudist beach not far from where we are staying.  Emma really wants to go there... so we will be going there!

I am loving the idea of her showing off her incredible body, perfect skin and shaven pussy.  I expect to be spending a lot of time applying sun cream, fetching drinks, maybe kissing her feet.  I expect her to be spending a lot of time reading, ignoring me and checking out the naked men.

I actually had a (quite far-fetched) dream about it last night...

A hot, lazy day at the beach, the waves crashing in the distance.  Emma was laying on her front, reading, as I was rubbing sun cream into the backs of her legs, her ass and her back.  Two Italian guys came over and just sat next to us.  They were good looking, well built and tanned.  They were also pretty well endowed.  At first, Emma shyly grabbed a towel to cover herself as she sat up, but after a few minutes, as she turned to put her book down, she let the towel drop onto her lap.  Conversation flowed pretty well; they were genuinely charming and funny and Emma clearly liked them.  There was definite, instant chemistry between them, with some very intense looks and way too much eye contact to be mistaken for anything but flirting.  What I found quite telling was that she grabbed the towel from her lap and rubbed her already dry hair with it before putting the towel down on the sand next to her instead of back on her lap.  Her whole body was now exposed.  She then lay back on her elbows so as to allow a good view of her perfect, neat, shaven pussy to the guys, who were both sat around her feet.

"Who don't you go and wait in the hotel, love?"  she said, without even looking at me.  I was quite taken aback at the lack of any pretence.  Not even any subtlety like "Maybe you could go for a swim".  Just a blatant order couched in the form of a question.

"Ok Princess.  I love you" I said, bending into a grovelling position to kiss her hand.  As I stood up to walk off, the two guys repositioned themselves, one either side of her.  Then I walked off along the otherwise deserted beach.

I allowed myself only one glance backwards and saw my Princess kissing one guy as the other one fingered her and kissed her breast.  I wondered how many tourists they get to do this with, or whether they normally just walk along the beach perving and Emma was the one and only tourist they simply couldn't resist.  Either way I felt proud of my Princess, her beauty, her confidence, her easy control over me.  I love her so much and I love to see her aroused and excited like this.  I bet she'll suck them both off too.  She hasn't sucked my cock in years...

Back at the hotel I tidied up the mess we'd made from our hasty unpacking.  I made sure the place was spotless and all of Emma's clothes were perfectly folded or hung.  I didn't know whether she would want a bath or a shower when she returned, so I ran a bath just in case, to give her the option.

When I eventually heard a knock at the door, I could see through the spy hole that Emma was alone.  I got down on my knees as I opened the door, and kissed her sandy feet as soon as she stepped in.  "Thank you" I said, although it wasn't clear whether I was thanking her for allowing me to kiss her feet, for returning home, for sending me away as she played with the Italian guys, or what.

She went into the bedroom and slumped onto the bed.

"I need to think about what just happened" she said.  This sounded ominous.  Serious.

"Ok Princess. Are you ok?" I asked, kneeling next to the bed and stroking her hair.

"Oh yes.  I'm definitely ok.  Better than that.  I am very, very happy.  That was a lovely day.  What I meant was, I need to think about what just happened."  I only twigged what she meant as she started to finger herself as she said think.  She wanted to re-live the experience, and closed her eyes as she began to work on herself.

"Please.  Can I help?"  I asked, a bit too pleadingly.

"I suppose so" she sighed, moving her hand aside.

I knelt on the bed and went to work, lovingly kissing her pussy, licking and loving it and her, drifting off into a world of servile bliss.  She tasted different to normal and I think I knew why.  As I gazed occasionally up at her gorgeous face, ecstatic, framed from this angle between her reddened breasts, I wondered whether this fresh new humiliation featured in her current thoughts.  Getting me to clean her after her infidelity; was that a new turn-on for her?

After she came twice she rolled over and I adoringly kissed her ass as she dozed off.  My hard on refused to subside and sleep was impossible...

For the rest of the holiday I would faithfully follow my Princess around, kiss her adoringly, rub sun cream in frequently, run around getting her drinks, buying her little presents in the tourist shops, pamper her wherever possible, massage her and give her countless orgasms as she remembered her fun on the beach...

New Levels of Service

I seem to have managed to devote 100% of today's efforts to serving my Princess.  Here's a brief summary of how servile my behaviour has been.

First thing, I set my alarm early so I could make her breakfast and lunch to take to work, whilst she slept.  I then made her a cup of tea to drink in bed and I kissed her awake, kneeling by her bedside.

After giving her a lift to work, I did all the shopping, as per her list.  Once back home, I set about sorting out the washing.  I ironed all her clothes that I had washed yesterday and put them in her wardrobe.  All her underwear was folded and put away neatly.  I actually ironed her pants to make sure they were super-neat for her.

I then sent her a couple of emails and texts letting her know what I had done so far, and reminded her that I adore her and that she is beautiful.  I also offered to take her shoe shopping after work as she had a night out planned tonight and needed some new heels.

So I picked her up from work and took her to a designer shoe shop where she allowed me to pay for a very sexy pair of very high heels.

Once back home I asked her if I could put fake tan on her legs and back as they would be on show tonight in the backless mini-dress that I bought her recently.  She allowed this too; I knelt and rubbed it in to her smooth soft skin.

As she was getting ready, I made her a drink and tidied away her work clothes.

Once she was ready, I gave her a lift to the nightclub where she's meeting her single friends.  She looked absolutely, achingly beautiful.  Her toenails, painted by me, peeping out from the sexy new shoes I bought her, her legs, freshly shaved and bronzed by me, gorgeous under the slinky mini dress I bought her.  Her boobs looked fantastic in the new padded push-up bra I bought her as a present last week, enhanced by the inserts I also bought.  On her fingers, the rings I bought her and around her next a necklace I gave her.  Her face and hair I can take no credit for, but the rest of her outfit I have eagerly spent lots of money on, and I am so happy that I have been able to do so.

She is really going to turn some heads tonight.  I hope she has fun.  She might ring me at some point for a lift home, she might stay at a friend's.  It's all up to her. 

Books to Introduce Princess to Cuckolding, Female Domination and Chastity

Emma has been reading the Fifty Shades trilogy lately - along with the rest of the female population, seemingly - and she has been enjoying it.

Whilst she is showing an interest in BDSM-related novels, I was wondering if there was anything similar in a FLR / fermdom / cuckolding theme.  I love the thought of her reading something obviously aimed at a dominant woman whilst laying by the pool on holiday, with me lovingly applying suncream.

Amazon has some seedy looking titles available for the Kindle here but they all seem very one dimensional and too obviously porn based.  The search continues...

Princess Emma - Gaining in Confidence

My Princess is incredibly fit and sexy now that she is going to the gym 3-4 times a week, running and going to circuit classes.  People in work are continually complimenting her on her firm, trim physique and she regularly tells me how many positive comments she has received about her flat stomach, pert bottom etc.

The result of this is that she is a lot more sexually self-assured than she has ever been before.  She is proud of her appearance and is happy to show herself off in a way that I have never seen before.  This can only be a good thing, as a major obstacle to her being more sexually adventurous in the past was her lack of confidence in her appearance.

This morning I said "I bet you'll find yourself receiving a lot more male attention now you're so slim and sexy".  Her reply, with a cheeky little smile, was "Well, I suppose I'll have to just see what comes my way".

I have no doubt that she'll have men approaching her every time she goes out now, and she will feel confident enough to acquiesce to their advances if she feels the desire.  I will consider it a real honour to help keep such a beautiful woman looking her best at all times.  From now on I will pay for all her nights out, clothes, make up and beauty treatments and will spend as much time as she will allow pampering and spoiling her.

With her her found confidence she will no doubt be only too happy to accept my grovelling, submissive support without a word of thanks...

Stability in Submission

We have, I think, established a new status quo where Emma's superiority and my obedience are pretty much unquestioned. Emma seems very content with this arrangement, apparently finding her new role as leader quite comfortable.

Today she exercised some of her powers with nonchalant ease; she received two orgasms, gave me a ruined orgasm (only my second release since November, I think), directed me to complete several hours' worth of chores and told me to massage her feet whilst she relaxed on the sofa.

Whilst I rubbed and kissed her feet, she told me about a girl in work whose male friend is on the lookout for a girlfriend. Emma asked to see some pictures, and her colleage duly obliged, showing Emma his Facebook photos. Emma said she found him "really hot". Her colleague then fed this comment back to the male friend in question, who has subsequently begun posting complimentary comments about Emma's Facebook pictures.

Emma's colleage was worried that I might find out and get angry, so Emma told her "No, he really wouldn't. Believe me, he'd love it." This information has probably got back to the "Hottie" too. Interesting...

Shortly after the foot massage, Nathan popped round and mentioned that he had a sore knee. Emma, being a doctor, offered to look at it for him, so he ended up laying on the sofa with Emma kneeling by his legs with her hands all over his thigh and knee, manipulating him to diagnose the problem. I was on the other sofa, in the middle of sending a text when this happened, pretending to be preoccupied with what I was doing and not noticing all the eye contact and smiling going on opposite me.

Emma really can do exactly what she wants in this relationship now!

Possible Cuckolding, This Weekend

Nathan is coming around on Saturday and he, Emma and I are going out for a drink together, starting quite early in the afternoon.  He has already said he will be sleeping over.

This could be it.  This time next week I could be a real cuckold.  On the other hand nothing may happen, I may be deluding myself and he might just come around for drinks and behave lie any normal friend.  I think the latter is the most likely outcome, but it depends largely on how drunk everyone gets.  I need to make sure that both he and Emma know that whatever happens between them is acceptable to me and will not cause any problems in the future; the main barrier to anything happening is probably the concern that it would adversely affect mine and Emma's relationship.  I must make it clear to Nathan that he and Emma getting acquainted sexually would actually enhance and strengthen our relationship.  I think Emma already knows this but it wouldn't hurt to reinforce the message with her too.  I think a few well chosen and ostensibly light-hearted remarks in the pub should smooth things over in this regard.

So my priorities this week should be preening my Princess to ensure she is as beautiful and as sexy as possible ready for Nathan, and also dropping a few hints that I would love the two of them to get it on.  My priority for Saturday should be making sure that they both get exceedingly drunk and also reassuring Nathan that it is ok for him to play around with my Princess, should she desire it.

Lots of bathing, shaving, moisturising, nail-painting, hair-washing, dress-ironing, shoe-polishing and bronzer-applying this week, then!  Watch this space...

Sunday Service

We had a good night last night. Emma and I went for a few drinks before the meal and she laid down some pre-nup rules for me. Most of them concerned infidelity. For instance, if I ever have sex with another woman, she will not only divorce me but also screw me for every penny I am worth. Fair enough, I said. There is no chance of that ever happening anyway.
I thought it was a good opportunity to reinforce my stance on Emma's sexual freedom, so after promising to always remain faithful and accept her wrath should I stray, I reminded her that she is free to have sex with whoever she likes.
Previously this subject has made Emma feel a bit uncomfortable, as she has suspected ulterior motives, but now she seems to be getting the picture. This time, she was interested in the technicalities. She asked whether she could tell her friends. When I asked her why she would want to, she said that, if she went with someone else whilst out with her friends, she would want to tell her friend that what she was doing was 'allowed' in our relationship. Of course, I said, by all means tell your friends.
That seemed like quite a development to me; she has actually been thinking about it.
This morning I asked to be allowed to pleasure my Princess, and was given permission. I gave her an orgasm whilst kissing her breasts. I nearly came with absolutely no physical contact. Then we had some post-orgasm intimacy, during which I stroked her hair and told her she is the most beautiful woman in the world and I am very lucky to be marrying her. I told her I love her about half a dozen times. She just smiles now, when I say it. She never tells me back. She lays there like a proper Princess, just accepting all my loving adoration. I kissed the soles of her feet countless times.
When I got out of bed to make her breakfast, Emma noticed a wet patch where I must have dribbled some pre-cum. She asked me about it and I explained what it was. Thinking about it, a better response would have been an apology, and an assurance that I hadn't actually had an orgasm. I need to react better to these little opportunities to show that I know my place.
No major developments on the Nathan front last night. He was out but he and Emma didn't talk much as there were so many other friends there who we hadn't seen for a while.
Anyway, things are going in the right direction at the moment and I am feeling very positive.