I know of many hubbies that despair over what’s happening to their wives. They despair, too, on how much their despair for their wives affects them as well. They despair in ways that’s not bad, but that they’re riding on a boat with the wife as a passenger, and for some reason they can’t control where to steer the boat. They despair that the boat is bound to hit a rock and that would be the end of everything.
Sometimes, such hubbies despair over nothing. The reason why they despair is because they realize they’re not the ones controlling the boat anymore. No, not anymore. Or rather, that they lost control of the steering wheel a long time ago. How long ago, they can’t say. They don’t know. The fact that they’ve never actually had control before . . . and that there’s someone now manning the wheel. A black man. Not just any sort of black man. A black man who’s in love with the wife. A black man who arouses the wife in every which way possible. The wife is so devoted to this man, she can hardly think straight whenever he’s around. She wants him to take control of her. She wants to will herself to him with abandonment, let him just take her however way he wants.
This black man is the wife’s lover. The wife’s Black Master.
It doesn’t take the husband much time to realize his despair is actually love masquerading as something else. He learns to accept his despair and it comes a building love and desire to him. The desire of seeing his wife mingle with this black man is a greater love he never knew could possibly exist for him. This urge of wanting too to become a submissive pawn to the Black Master’s will is like a narcotic he can’t deny. He can’t ignore it even if he tried.
You might ask the question when exactly do most white hubbies come to realize the tendency of this urge? When do they come to full terms of realizing what’s building inside them this entire time, and how long do they ever wonder they’d thought of this urge and never acted upon it before?
Too many questions and few satisfying answers. The submissive urge is like a seed implanted in most hubbies’s minds. How it got there is a bewildering path that can’t ever really be answered (unless maybe someone pays me). Each hubby passes through certain bits of stimuli that one way or another help trigger this urge to come to full view. For most, the internet has a great hand in that. Other harmless means might involve whatever the hubby sees on a day-to-day basis: watching a black man hanging out with a white girl. Imagining what their se life might be like, and comparing theirs to him. He pictures the white girl lost in the arms of the black man as his wife, and here he becomes like a Hollywood Director: he pictures himself directing his wife’s sultry movement against the black man’s advances. It churns the hubby’s mind as he pictures this happening, but at the same time it excites him. It excites him in an understated level. He is prone to dismiss this understated excitement for the time being. However it never really goes away. It is certain to return to the center of his mind again and again . . . until he opts to make something of it.
Days move into weeks, and the hubby comes online, searching for answers. For anything to answer the troubling questions nagging his mind. Questions which he feels neither his closet friends, and less his wife, would understand. Such questions drive his despair to the forefront, and he wishes to know if he’s the only one seeking such? Is he going insane, or is this some sly thought that would quit him after a while. The weeks turn into months and still the persistence is reflected on his mind.
The hubby keeps on directing his own private movie: he imagines himself returning home from work. He calls out to the wife, but she doesn’t respond. He drops his briefcase in the living room and goes toward the bedroom. Then he hears sounds coming from behind the door. Noises that he knows no woman would make unless caught in the rapture of sexual passion. The hubby feels his heart hammering in his chest as he quietly pushes the door open . . .
Can you guess what the hubby sees?
Language of Cuckoldry
What is unfamiliar to a lot of husbands, especially those who desire their wives to cuck them, is that there is an essental language toward carrying such actions out. It pays a lot to be wary of the sort of langauge you use when it comes time to telling your wife your innermost erotic desires, or at least when you so desire to share it with her.
Most times it comes down to the words, to using the right words to convince her. Or at least get her into thinking about considering this. However, it should be noted that there's no specific set of words that can make this happen. Much of this depends on how fervently couples tend to communicate with each other. For a husband who barely spends time gisting with his Mrs even for thirty minutes, I'm not saying this won't work. However, practice makes perfect, and for one to be near perfect in this, it's always advisable to start laying the foundation early enough.
I often tell husbands to be bold enough to tell their wives about their cuckold desires. However, it's not about telling the wife, but rather SUGGESTING to her that she considers both of them enjoying this lifestyle together. Thus, instead of saying:
'Honey, I'd love for you to go out and fuck as much Black men as you can and let them cum inside your pussy' . . .
Say this instead: 'Honey, I love you so much. I was thinking if maybe you and I can think about spicing up our sex life by doing something like this . . .'
You may use however means you wish to say it, just as long as it doesn't convey the thought that you're ordering your wife to become promiscuous. Instead of telling her outright to go out and cheat, let it seem like you're throwing it out for her consideration. And whatever you do, always include yourself; never go making it seem like you want it just for her. This lifestyle is as much an involvement of you as it is for her. It would be detrimental if you forgo that notion.
It won't happen overnight, so for those husbands who're just as anxious over this, don't be sitting up late expecting any surefire miracles to happen once you've let your wife into your desires. It would in fact take multiple times of talking to get to convincing her to change her mind. And even then she's still bound to be suspicious as well sceptic of everything.
One other means of which you can employ is using other subtle means of smoothening the deal. Update her stock of erotic/kinky sex toys; buy her some erotic novels to further whet her appetite, and as things go on, then you can consider introducing adult movies as well. You need not be too obvious about everything, as she's your wife and will be more than capable of reading you like a book . . . but what's the point of not giving it a try?
Most men don't often realize how much power there exist in words. Words is what women are used to; its the foremost currency they have against men. If you so much desire wanting to get your wife into this lifestyle, you're going to have to acquaint yourself with her language. Or if possible, do whatever you can toward inviting someone over to come and assist with convincing her about everything.
Once she's been convincing, Seduction is what comes next. But that's a whole different ball game. Are you ready for it???!!!!?