Snapshot Into My Life

So I claim to be a sex object which includes sex with many men outside of my husband. 

So am I some constantly dressed up looking like a cheap hooker? No
Do I sit at home all day getting laid or masturbating? No
Do you speak like a brain dead bimbo when you are with your husband? No
Do you really just play this for fun a few hours here or there? No
Do you really only have sex with other men just occasionally? No

Then what is your life really like?

Imagine me as a somewhat classy call girl. Educated and living in upper middle class suburbia. To see me in public as a stranger you would not see anything out of the ordinary. To see me on occasion you might notice how I am pretty much always looking like I spent time on my appearance and my clothes are meant to signal I want to project sexy. To know my husband and I and some other people that know us you might have heard rumors or stronger words about my sleeping around or of an open marriage.

But like a classy call girl underneath the surface is a completely different life that revolves primarily around sex. Eating habits and exercise strongly dedicated to because appearance is so important. Neighbors that just cannot figure out what goes on with that house and them but they seem very nice, normal and in love, but why all those cars with single men come over for a short time and leave, including some during the day when hubby is at work. Why is she always in a robe or a bikini so often when I spy on her from our window and see her outside?

Rock, my husband, likes to describe our life like this. Imagine a zealot and perpetually horny but clueless and incompetent pimp who falls in love with his only whore. He wants her always in whore mode and whores her out but just almost always forgets to charge for her services.

Imagine a married woman with children. Ask her who she is? You would probably get a reply like I am a mother first, wife second and so on. Ask her if she is ever not a mother and get a big no! Well I am a sex object for my husband to instruct and play with first with no close second even if the second is all my other wifely duties. Take all the time a normal woman might take for a full time job, being a Mom and the extra chores and other demands being a couple have that my husband prefers I do not worry about. Take all that time and use it to maximizing the sex object life.

It is our real life and not us playing in our life

I live my sexuality somewhat opposite of the rest of Americans. Mine is exaggerated in its importance. Most Americans tend to be dismissive about its importance in a long term relationship. Most women dress based on a combination of their mood and place they will be. My mood is irrelevant and the places have limited choices. Most women who are feeling particularly horny or affectionate might do something extra in their dress and light interactions (flirtatious behavior) with or other leading up to a time to get sex rolling. I dress that extra and concentrate to the point it becomes second nature most of the time that flirtatious behavior but in degrees with other men as well.

But here is the big difference in the mind set. Most other women do these things to get something specific they want, attention, affection and sex. Most women when their husband caresses one of their breasts it is a do I want to move forward to sex or not. Most women when they are hugging their guy and caressing their guy’s crotch with their leg are sending a signal. That is not my life.

Dressing to be sexual is not based on accomplishing anything more then just dressing. My husband or for that matter any man caressing my breast is for their pleasure and if it leads to anything or not is irrelevant to me and has zero to do about my pleasure. When I hug depending on the setting and people they get as sexualized hug standard as appropriate and nothing to do with my mood or motivation. I am sex object for others not myself.

In fact that is how my orgasms are thought about, they are not. Nothing I do, including fucking the goal is orgasms for me. If they happen, and they do, great but not anyone else’s problem. In fact Rock will tell men out right think of me as a whore that you paid a lot of money to. Do you really give a shit about her pleasure because she is going to act like it anyway. I do because I am a sex object first and foremost for others and not just myself, masturbation in private if I really need an orgasm.

I end with one more example of my life. I catch a man looking at my pussy as I am sitting down wearing a short skirt and my legs placed gave him a nice angle in all probability by accident. What do I do? Very simple, let him keep looking unless I can give him a better view with out being too crass. I am a sex object for other’s pleasure.

This Blog and me

Thank you for clicking on this blog. What I expect to be writing in this log is a wide mixture of consciously and severely living and being treated like a sexual object first and a person second between my husband and I. When I mean mixture I mean both from general topics to some specific day to day type stories. From boring mundane to spicy and from keeping it light and not too serious to delving into things, especially in my past, that comes from a very dark place that has deeply impacted how I got to be a sexually objectified wife.

A basic outline of what to expect and what I am going for is a mixture of recaps of some things that happen, specific sex talk and especially how we go to make me be objectified in a very serious and committed way as well as broader subjects. What you will not see in this blog are day to day posts of all the routine things and troubles we all experience. Therefore there is no intention to post something here everyday.

Who am I?

To be introduced to you in public I would be called Crystal. My legal first name is Gloria. My favorite name is the one I am called by my husband in private and that is cunt. For us the name is not meant to be the derogatory definition but meant to convey extreme sexual object. We both thought slut and other terms we tossed around to be too endearing or positive that they lost the goal of re-enforcing my sexual objectification. We love my name cunt we know it is a popular name with life dynamics that are similar to ours but we could care less about being unique. There is just very little way to say cunt and make it come off all cute and cuddly.

I am thirty year old white female. Physically I am 5’ 3” slim because I obsess over it with a tiny bubble butt that most men express wanting to fuck and is probably my best physical feature. I have fake 34C breasts that look bigger because of my small frame. I have black hair and really expressive eyes. In all arrogance my face is just average at best and does not turn heads but my body does. 

I am a mixture of being a total stereotype in some things and bucking very long odds in others. I was abused and neglected as a child by both my parents and taken from them and dumped into the foster care system at the age of six bouncing from single and group homes until aging out. Manage to hit all the abuses in the system especially sexual. At age eighteen and homeless became a stripper or shall I write dancer for six years until marrying my husband of now six years.

For this fairytale like ideal childhood I managed to excel in school to the point of between my child loser status scholarship money and academic scholarships a lot of my college costs were paid for. I obtained a Master’s degree in social work. I do not drink, smoke or do drugs. I did try to escape with drugs as a teenager but they did not work for me. But I also suffer from zero self esteem from the gut and boundaries are intellectual guess points. My life is controlled by many compulsive behaviors or should I say in controlling them and being often obsessed with things needed to be done actually done. One of the biggest and hence this blog is my sexual compulsions.

My life today consists on being the best wife I can be to my husband, volunteer my time for foster teens and being a big sister to a couple of girls. Then outside of regular stuff that we all do the rest of my time is devoted to being a sex object for my husband.

The other part of the equation, my Husband

My wonderful and special husband is a thirty-eight year old black man. With the perfect body of being 6’ 4” and probably easily in the mid two hundred pounds perfectly proportioned model of thick all over with no overly soft spots and only his massive arms are rock hard with muscle definition. He has large powerful hands and a cock to be truly worshiped for its length, girth, stamina and recovery prowess. I call him Rock which is short for him being my “Rock Star and rocking my world”.

Personality wise he exudes self confidence and can charm the panties off any woman and can make any man think he is their best friend in just minutes. His heart is larger then anyone’s that I have ever seen and he spoils me way too much. I maybe be laying it on too thick but after six years of marriage I just love him more and more each day. No way in hell did I think I ever deserved or get this good of a man.

Why he is my beloved opposite for being treated as a sexual object is he is my actual opposite. He has a thing and drive that never tires on thinking and being all things sexual. He has as I have found out an insatiable appetite for his wife to be reduced to a total sex toy driven by being objectified and degraded.

He considers himself a dominant cuckold in which he does not get demeaned by having me fuck other people but just loves it and takes active control in using me by having men fuck me in all types of scenarios. The best way to describe it is how he explained it to me when wooing me. Most men dream after a rough day of work to come home to a wife dressed like a lingerie model with a cold drink in her hand for him, smelling his favorite meal cooking in the oven and relaxing before dinner by watching ESPN while getting a shoulder massage and blow job from his wife. Rock’s perfect coming home after a hard day of work would be by seeing multiple cars in our drive way and when opening the door hearing me get the shit fucked out of me by one man while a couple of men wait for their turn watching me and that guy and ESPN on the couch. Which he would then get them drinks and watch with them and after all of them are done grab me and then take me sexually himself very roughly and verbally assaulting me.

Sexually Objectification what do I mean?

Brief summary as I plan on writing something in more detail but what a typical women might categorize herself as a mom first then wife, daughter and something like that. I am considered first a sex object then the other things and it is not just some cute playful thing. As I will or have already written somewhere else to say we take this seriously might be an understatement. For us this vow and living this way is as important as monogamy vow for most people. To not do this would be an act of betrayal and a declaration of no longer in love with the other.

Rock sums it up in fewer words “My body is be thought of only in sexual terms and all things sexual take priority over anything else except health”. That literally I break our vow if I choose to fix dinner for him or something like that by denying someone something sexual from me. Whether a regular comes over and I was to say no or just cut a session short. Literally sex is always the number one priority.