Bob (Hubby/Cuckold/Puppy) · Charley (Bull) · The men

Icing on the cake, reconnecting with Charley

After our victory in post I feel insecure and jealous I feel steady and calm. My faith in our relationship of three has leveled up. I can hear and feel Charley's desperation in his voice and text messages. He wants to see me, but his busy work schedule won't let him. I try to calm him… Continue reading Icing on the cake, reconnecting with Charley

Bob (Hubby/Cuckold/Puppy) · Charley (Bull) · The men

I feel insecure and jealous

My last two posts were flashbacks from November last year. This long intense post follows up on I miss sex, meaning back to the present. I am in tears... Like unstoppable streams running down my cheeks. Yes, I have been sad before when it comes to Charley, but not like this. And of course my period… Continue reading I feel insecure and jealous

Bob (Hubby/Cuckold/Puppy) · Charley (Bull) · The men

Magical sex without focus on orgasm

This date happened last November, so it's a flashback. I am wearing a tight dress with a turtleneck tonight. The dress is decent enough to wear at the office. When I complete the outfit with high heel boots it is a success to let the men's jaws drop. Even at a family party Bob busted… Continue reading Magical sex without focus on orgasm

Bob (Hubby/Cuckold/Puppy) · Charley (Bull) · The men

Crazy emotions messing me up, NRE?

NRE (new relationship energy) or maybe a sex addiction? An addiction for sure. I see Charley regularly, but I miss him so much every time he leaves. We keep on waving to each other until he is around the corner. Me, peeping half naked behind an almost closed door and Charley with a smile so… Continue reading Crazy emotions messing me up, NRE?

Bob (Hubby/Cuckold/Puppy) · Charley (Bull) · The men

Charley’s first disappointment and smack on the face

The following happened in November. Bob and I are home from a long day of training. I don't text Charley because he has an evening with his girlfriend. I respect that. All of the sudden he calls me up. "So are you on your way home? Or going to your work?" I ask. "Depends..." Charley… Continue reading Charley’s first disappointment and smack on the face