Why do guys beg to have their wives exposed online?

So I’m in a chatroom,

This guy wants his wife exposed online.

Now, it’s one of my fetishes that I like these sorts of games.

Usually I play them with women. There are friends of mine who adore being shown off, with the added frisson of the risk of being identified. Chrissy for instance.

 

I could write thousands of words about  Chrissy. She’s adorable, and very funny, and a very sexy woman. She sets the standard for women who want to play the online exposure game.

This morning I was chatting to a guy on a well known image sharing website. He wanted his wife exposed.  Here’s one of the three pics.

Now I like a nice pair of  breasts as much as the next man, but even with her name and age on the pic, it’s not giving a lot away.

Chrissy has, by contrast, sent me copies of her driving licence, her address… It’s a game we play which has a very intense erotic charge for her, and for me.

But a pair of boobs, a name and an age?

You can’t help but imagine there’s something  else going on in the mind of the men who do this sort of stuff. For me it triggers lots of memories of the kind of men who used to offer to show you straight porn so they could watch you wank, or maybe lend a hand if you weren’t very experienced. It triggers memories too of playing cuckold games, of the kind of husband who wants to watch you fuck his wife while he watches and wanks – and if you think none of them are fantasizing about being made to lick the bull’s cock clean, you’re very much mistaken.

But those men aren’t gay or bi of course. Heavens no. It’s almost by accident that they end up licking their wife as you’re fucking her, so that they can accidentally lick your balls. It’s always against their will if they end up on their knees sucking your cock. And it’s always perfectly heterosexual to have a group wank over pics of someone’s wife; of course it is.

Two things puzzle me; why it’s OK for women to be bi, but not men, and why men always regard being bi as some kind of binary experience – it’s not about being either or, but a spectrum of experiences that can mean different things in different contexts.

It’s like the flip side of the old joke about the woman in a hotel bar, who’s asked by a stranger if she’ll sleep with him for five million dollars. She says yes, so her offers her fifty bucks for a blowjob. She does the ‘What kind of a woman do you think I am routine’ and he says ‘We’ve established what you are, now we’re haggling…’

If you’d let the husband suck you to get to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world, you’re bi. if you want to watch other men wank over our wife or talk about it, you’re bi. Not very bi, maybe with a lot of repressed urges, but you’re bi…

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