Exciting Times...

Well, it's been a while.  Have you missed me?  I've certainly missed sharing my life with you lovely people.  There's been a good reason for my silence though, and the reason is not a lack of things to write about.  Far from it in fact - things have been getting very very interesting of late.

The reason I haven't been blogging is that I have been writing down my journal in Kindle books instead of in an online blog.  I reasoned that, since my Princess has given me so much to write about over the years it was only fair that the writings should benefit her in some way.  So the small income I've been receiving from e-book sales is now helping  me keep her in the lifestyle she deserves.  Ok, so I'm not in the E. L. James league, but the extra few pennies helps keep my Princess in heels and perfume :)

Anyway, if you are interested in the latest developments in my ongoing mission to worship my Princess and guide the relationship towards cuckolding, please search Amazon for "Journal of an Obedient Boyfriend" by Josh Fletcher or click here or copy and paste https://goo.gl/RdlmEK into your browser.

(The above link may or may or may not work in your country of residence. If it doesn't work, just search for the title on your country's Amazon)

If you've already read all the blog, skip to Part 3 of the book for the new stuff.

Here's a picture of the cover so you know what to look for :

I hope you enjoy, and there will be more to come :D

OB

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...

Emma's Guilty Pleasure... Looking Good!

Nathan popped around for coffee this afternoon.  Although he is my friend, he spent most of his time talking to Emma, and even when talking to us both, maintained quite a lot of eye contact with her.

Me and Emma mentioned that we were thinking of a short break somewhere hot, and he actually asked if he could come with us.  My heart leaped.  I would say he was about 50% serious.  The idea of the three of us going away together is amazing.  I can't stop imagining all the possible scenarios...  massaging her feet on the beach as he rubs her sun cream in... going off for a quick dip, leaving the two of them snuggling under a parasol, maybe cleaning the apartment later as they go for a bite to eat... getting drunk together, staggering into bed at the end of the night, then giving Emma the best orgasms of her life - surely the simultaneous attentions of two men would take her places she has never been before...

All very unlikely, but a pleasant fantasy nonetheless.

All that has reminded me of a recent holiday in which I behaved like the most obedient submissive boyfriend imaginable and she seemed to love it.  Will write about that soon.

On a more serious note, we argued yesterday and I let myself down, being not at all subservient and standing up for myself quite a bit.  I am taking her for an early Valentine's meal tonight so I will make sure I apologise profusely.