I took advantage of my alone time this morning while my husband was at the playground with the kids to post Becoming a Cuckold 2. It looks like enough of you are enjoying it to have made it all worthwhile. It may not be a blockbuster, but at least it’s not the total flop I was worried it would be. I’m going to try to get the last chapter up around the end of the week.
On an unrelated note, there’s been something turning me on for the past several days that I thought I should share with you. I’ve gotten a lot of questions lately about what I would do if my girls showed sexual interest in their father or me when they are older. That’s still a long way off, but I can’t help thinking about it when prompted.
At this point, I can’t see either of us acting on the temptation of our girls testing their sexuality out on us (even in the unlikely event that ever even happens). I would certainly love to see my husband get turned on and struggle with shame of getting hard at the sight of one of his girls in a sexy little bikini by the pool, but I don’t know how I’d react if he wanted to take things further than that. As for me, I have a few ideas in my head, but at this point it’s only fantasy.
One of the things I’ve been thinking about lately that’s been turning me on is the idea of the girls snooping through my bedroom someday down the road. I know I did it, and most of you probably did, too. I was looking for anything related to sex – some clue to fill in the missing pieces of what adults do behind closed door. I wanted to unravel the great mystery.
I suppose there’s not much mystery these days for kids due to the intertubes and instant access to porn in all its glorious forms. But, on the off chance that my girls take the old school route and poke through my things, I’ve decided that I’m going to give them something to find. I was very disappointed in my safaris into my parents’ bedroom, never finding anything especially telling, but I don’t want this to be the same for my kids.
Right now, my toys are in fairly easy reach (nightstand, second drawer, under my nighties). I often reminded myself that I was going to have to stash them somewhere more secure when the kids got older. Instead, I’ve now decided to leave them right where they are so that if either of my girls come looking they will easily find Mommy’s fake cock, vibrating fuck toys, butt plugs, and whatever else I’ve added to my collection in the meantime.
I want them to know the thrill of discovery, and the excitement of getting a peek into my private life in a way they never expected. I want the realization that there’s more to their mother’s sexuality than they may have guessed. I want there to be unquestionable evidence that I masturbate. I want them to be able to smell me on my toys, and maybe even taste me if they are so inclined. And, if they’re anything like me, they’ll experiment for themselves and perhaps use Mommy’s naughty devices to pleasure their own little pussies and get off right there on their parents’ bed, while listening intently to make sure there’s no one home to catch them.
As I’ve turned this fantasy over and over in my head during the past week, I’ve also started thinking about “planting” naked pictures of me and my husband in my room for one or both of our girls to find. It was my fondest dream to come across dirty Polaroids of my parents misbehaving with each other. I never even came close. I know it’s an appalling idea for a parent to have, but the idea of my daughter seeing a picture of her dad’s hard cock makes my heart go pitter-patter in a very inappropriate way. Even more so when I imagine her reaction to seeing that cock in her mom’s mouth, and especially that one shot of the aftermath: Mommy’s face covered in Daddy’s cum, and the huge smile that goes along with it.
I’d like there to be pictures of me spreading my pussy, fingering my cunt, and fucking their father’s lovely cock. I want them to see me proudly displaying my asshole, sucking Daddy’s balls, and otherwise behaving like a sex-loving slut. All with that horny smile on my face. I’ve made myself cum at least a dozen times lately with the image of one of my daughters on her knees on my bed, these pictures spread out in front of her, while she fucks herself with one of my toys and brings herself to a screaming orgasm. How could encouraging something so beautiful be considered bad?
Like I said, all this is a long way off, and anything can happen before this even has the chance of being a reality. Maybe I’ll receive a vision from on high and become a devout Scientologist. I don’t know if I’ll be able to bring myself to leave explicitly pornographic pictures in my bedroom for my nosy girls to find, but I think I can at least get up the courage to tuck away a few tasteful nudes of their father and me where they wouldn’t be too hard to find.
Either way, I’m beginning to think I might need to invest in a good hidden nanny cam for my bedroom…
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