>>4645
>there is one rather obvious part I have kept dodging or only slightly glossing over and over again (rather skillfully if I do say so myself) despite her repeated attempts at trying to go there.
Anon. Do you truly think your wife - the same wife who discovered, investigated, and chose to introduce cuckqueaning - hasn't noticed that these hypothetical vixens have a blanket of opaque white mist where their tits should be?
I've never lived the chestlet life so I'm not qualified to speak on its finer points
(hurr), but I can guarantee one thing: Your wife already knows her tits are small. What does she think of them, and of the fact that some other women are endowed with tracts vaster than hers? Could be a few different feelings, probably many at the same time. What are they? I can't tell you, but perhaps you've already realized who can: Your wife.
We're not formed from antique glass filigree, Anon. We're people. People different from you and your sex, yes, but people nonetheless. We've rational souls too, allegedly, and we're not looking for an excuse to shatter with one careless tap. I can see that I gave you the wrong idea, so let me explain what I meant by the part of
>>4584 that you're quoting:
>He folded his arms, gave me this smug look, and told me I could do that all I wanted (and I did want, very much) but that all his cum was going into <vixen name> tonight, so there'd be none for me.
>But if he told me at that moment that <vixen>'s pussy felt so good that he never wanted to use mine again? I think I'd probably have collapsed into a crying ball, and not the good kind. Yet that's exactly what some other girls want to hear, what they need to hear.
That last part's important. I was pointing out another example of what I hammered on again and again:
Every cuckquean is different and might need different things at different times.
The real question you should be asking yourself is why my man chose to say what he did at the time that he did in the way that he did, instead of saying what I wouldn't have been able to bear hearing in that moment of deliciously vulnerable arousal. Neither were obvious things to say, neither would have been my usual thing. So how'd he know? He's certainly not psychic - he barely listens to me using his normal ears, though to be fair I can prattle. No, he knew what to say because he knew me, he knew what made me tick down there, he knew how I felt and acted, how I responded to different parts of cuckqueaning. How'd he come by this forbidden ken? By talking to me about it, and experimenting. A lot. Many times. He knew where he could push me, he knew where not to tread, he knew my patterns, could hear in my breathing what I needed even if I couldn't, and when he chose his moment it was... yeah, it was pretty good.
There's nothing my guy did that you can't do, but you have to stop assuming you're going to break your beloved like some big dumb oaf and start actually being genuinely interested in what's going on between her ears and between her legs both. (Hey, Anon's wife! You're excited to discover and share that stuff with Anon, right? Makes you feel giddy and fizzy and deliciously
kept to imagine him being able to just... mmmm, yeah? Damn right!) That means you using your tongue, and she using hers. She wants it, you want it, so trust me when I say she's going to extend you a lot of credit in the getting of it.
Talk to your wife. For all you know, your wife wants every cup size in your palms. Or maybe she is sensitive about breast size, and a nice little conversation about it will bring that out. Or maybe she wants you to fuck buxom bombshells. Or - you guessed it - she might want all of these things at different times. She already knows you like her tits! You do... you
do like her itty bitty titties, right? Wouldn't swap them with anyone's? You have already enthusiastically demonstrated this by word and action both? Then no problem.
Talk to her about it. She probably wants to tell you!
Which brings me to the part that's gonna blow your mind:
She wants to know what you want, too, because your wanting excites her. Woah! Could it be that women also enjoy it when their men get off? Does it not make sense that a woman with a fetish about her man getting off with other girls would like to know all about those other girls? Men love variety, and cuckqueans love that men love it - at least, I do. Maybe your wife will love that too. Only one way to find out.
If all that hasn't already equipped you, here is a suggestion to get you started: Next time you're playing "describe the vixen" and your wife's soaking herself to all the little details you're painting for her, bring yourself around to the matter of the breasts, and pause. Use a little showmanship - get your wife real invested - and then reveal... what? What you're truly imagining. Men who know what they want are sexy.
Alternatively, paint two vixens for her at the same time - yes, a threesome she can watch! - with differently-sized breasts. Tell her - assuming this is true - that the variety turns you on, that you want to try every size under the sun. Again, it's got to be true - she's not looking for you to please her by wimping out on your own appetites, she's getting her pleasure from your pleasure.
>Which is me possibly having a harem and my main girl egging me to enjoy all my sidechicks fully.
Welcome to the first part of the honeymoon phase! There's an important piece of advice you need to hear, and it's the same one I'd give your wife:
Enjoy yourself, but don't lose your head. You're dreaming of harems-to-be, everything's bursting with sexy promise. Enjoy yourself, be excited, but don't drift off into the clouds. Cuckqueaning's got its own traps and snares, and like all traps and snares they love those who don't watch their feet. The here and now is still pretty exciting, right? Stay in it as much as possible.
>So apparently, it's harder to fantasise cuckqueaning when youre basically surrounded by people youve been too familiar with all your life.
You don't get that? It was the same for me. Our first real experiments with cuckqueaning happened on holiday. When you're somewhere else, in a wholly fresh place, surrounded by those who you don't know and who don't know you, you gain a certain mental freedom. Things that don't seem possible suddenly are within mental reach. Of course your wife wants to go fox-spotting somewhere where she doesn't have the mental ghosts of her family watching over her shoulder!
>She seemes to be on the same page as you on the bisexuality thing. She still doesn't want me to cheat. She wants to be in the know and in control on who the third party is and when.
Sounds quite close to my tendencies, yeah. I used to be very particular about being involved in fox-hunting and vixen-vetting, but now I'm completely comfortable with my man getting pussy where he pleases. This isn't to say that your wife's going to change along the same lines, just to point out that tendencies do change and you should keep yourself up to date on them.
>And the two common themes she likes to go for is her using me, to "teach" an inexperienced girl how to get fucked like a slut.
>Or, she's treating me to a close friend of hers.
>She really really wants me to fuck the vixen's ass out.
Oho! It's
those fantasies. Your wife has excellent taste. Good work on paying attention! My man once introduced a vixen to anal; she ended up getting such a taste for it that she bought herself a plug to wear when she went to meet him. Ah, exquisite.
>shed want me to sex her with some porn going on in the background of woman screaming in what seems more pain than pleasure sometimes.
One thing to keep in mind is that when you get really deep into things, pain can often serve as a shorthand for
intensity. Again, you should talk to your wife about this - does she really want the other girl to feel pain, or is she craving for you to fuck the other girl so hard that she turns into an incoherent mess?
>does "she" refer to my wife or the other girl?
Yes.
>she finally relented and told me why she wants to cuckquean.
>She feels I am too good for her.
>That she doesnt deserve me.
>She just feels, insufficient.
Life can sometimes seem so unfair, so arbitrary, your own fit in the world so awkward, and the culture's messages on love so disheartening, that you having ended up with the person you ended up with feels like you won the fucking lottery. You question whether it can really be true, but it is, it is!
I wouldn't necessarily treat this as "she wants me to fuck other girls because she feels like she's not enough" so much as "she's so crazy about me that she wants me to fuck other girls" - though you should believe what your wife says over anything I say, obviously. For my own part, I do sometimes feel like I'm not enough, like our being together was some terrible mistake, but that doesn't really factor into my cuckqueaning; for that, I just feel like it would be such a shame
not to let others have a little taste of him, and he just has so much
fun fucking them besides, like it's something he was born to do. Like everything else in cuckqueaning, the way we experience the reasons for our own fetish differs from cuckquean to cuckquean.
>I am just so grateful youre here to help
You're welcome. I'm looking forward to hearing how things develop!
>>4670
A Merry Christmas to you too! (I can still say it; Christmas lasts until January 5.)