This work was written specifically for the discerning gentleman who, whether consciously or not, has, at one time or another, had a passing interest in the dark art of candaulism.
To some, it will seem a little prurient and quixotic. But I would be sacrificing an adherence to truth if I were to embellish details, or to prioritise narrative for dramatic effect over factual accuracy.
A good number of folk will have never even heard of the word, not at all surprising, as it does not appear in any recognised historical dictionary, even null & void in the board game, Scrabble.
But candaulism is a valid English word, the run-of-the-mill elucidation being; (rare) A sexual practice or fantasy in which a man exposes his female partner, or images of her, to other people for their voyeuristic pleasure.
My wife and I are well accustomed to this modus operandi and regard it as very much an hermetic philosophy, one which benefits all the players involved. And the persons in our play are;
The Candaulist; An entrepreneurial husband who luxuriates in showing other men, naked images of his wife. It is done honourably and in a positive spirit, with her ex-cathedra consent.
The Exhibitionist; His highbrowed wife, who enjoys being seen fully naked by other men, but strictly on her terms. She also loves to play the martyr, an innate corollary of her overtly religious upbringing.
The Gentlemen Voyeurs; Gentlemen who became aroused by admiring pictures of the wife, sent to them by the husband, specifically for their personal pleasure.
For some folk - as the above description suggests - it will only ever remain a fantasy and to my reckoning, chimera or wishful-thinking can be futile and is better acted upon.
And in this realm I can offer my experience, encouragement and support, to any man brave enough to turn his pipe dream into reality. For it is a bold and dangerous move, it requires gall of the highest order, but the rewards are exactly as sexually fulfilling as you have anticipated.
I am fortunate that my wife (of 20+ years) is the exhibitionist. She has always sought ‘legitimate’ ways to be naked in front of men (being ‘accidentally’ caught topless in the hallway, whipping her top off at the beach etc), even posing nude for still life art classes, sculptors and photographers.
There are those less favoured and I appreciate that.
Most woman that I have ever encountered would be utterly mortified at the thought of another man seeing them naked. If that is your spouse, you are certainly up against it. But don’t despair or give up all hope just yet. Keep reading.
Equally, to the vast majority of men I have ever met, the thought of another man seeing their wife, in any state of undress, is totally abhorrent. But there are still plenty of red-blooded men out there - like myself - who do/could draw a strong sense of sexual gratification from at least the idea of other men having a gander at their disrobed and exposed spouse.
In a moral and professional sense, I considered it a courtesy to have sought my wife’s permission to show nude images of her to other men, safely in the knowledge that she would approve, I admit. In actuality, her stance is that she has rubber stamped in the affirmative, but she chooses not to know whom I am sending these images/short videos to. That is her buzz.
But our combined disquisition on the practice is philosophically esoteric. My wife is aware that the sole purpose for on sending these images, is that the voyeur receiver will enjoy them in the fullest sense of the term, coitus interruptus.
These recipients are aware that she knows not who they are, yet they gratefully receive their gifts, practice onanism and purposefully ‘tribute’ her.
I relish in the sardonic irony that Onan, a biblical character; ‘went to his brothers wife and spilled his seed on the ground (Genesis 38.9)’, a sin and in direct disobedience to God’s laws and instructions.
For my wife grew up in a very sanctimonious environment, pietistic to the core, with self-righteous high church connection. And in such circumstances, to strip her naked and offer her to members of a new occult, is richly rewarding and highly stimulating.
And in layman’s terms, knowing that I’ve just sent a stranger a few .jpeg’s of my wife naked and he is, by now, rock hard and wanking, while looking at her big breasts, her breathtaking bum and especially her ‘holy-cross’ (a term used by her devotees, referring to her mons pubis), is the purest example of rapturous exultation I have ever experienced.
Having a newcomer, an unknown male, masturbating over one’s wife, is an incomparable thrill in every possible regard. The euphoric feelings of absolution and exoneration can be erotically overwhelming.
And if you are still reading at this point, I can only assume that you also have a genuine interest in showing others your undressed partner. Even if, at this stage, it is all still just erotic fantasy. If that Sir, is you…do read on! Even if you don’t wholly approve or are at complete odds with it.
It's not something to be green-eyed about, in fact quite the opposite. It vindicates your choice in a spouse in the first instance, that you want to show her off - and I can only commend you on that!
If I have only semi-convinced you, bare with me.
There will be many differing opinions or attitudes and often it is only action which is preventing some from taking the plunge. In fact, whatever an individual's reasons are, often fear and trepidation in some form or another, it stops not only themselves from fulfilling their own fantasy, but denies a fellow gentleman voyeur, a perfectly entitled perv at his wife.
You must overcome those fears if you want the high.
If you hope to experience the euphoric thrill for yourself, you’ll have to find the courage within and make it happen. Things that good don’t usually just manifest themselves. But do not despair. Like any good criminal (sic), all you need is motive and opportunity.
If I have successfully persuaded you and the idea does turn you on, very much, but you’re just not sure whether you can go through with it, or maybe not sure how to go about it, I am here to help. You’ll be so glad that you did.
Such gratification, the practice of candaulism can provide.
From a head space filled with conjugality, immodesty and virtue, to one which recognised that, in a world less desirable of ownership, by decree of a signed and witnessed law-abiding doctrine, there are red-blooded males and voluptuous women.
My indoctrination into candaulism was like a crusade, all about dissimulation in virtuousness, the stripping naked of the pompous martyr for the commoner. The sacrificial lamb. It was a pseudo form of expiation or atonement.
But it was weighty cargo, if truth be told, carrying the burden of being able to freely look upon my wife’s gorgeous naked body, while the very vast majority of other men of the species could not.
So from under this cloud I freed myself and offered her nudity to other cohabitee to indulge themselves, as if it were an obligation to do so. And I am nothing but joyous that so many men have found such unbridled pleasure in the same woman as I - and have freely admitted to masturbation.
Her success is down to her age (55) and the fact that she represents, most admirably, the 100% larger framed (but fit and athletic), big-busted, all-kiwi woman from next door. The epitome of the woman one sees hanging the washing in her backyard, or backing the car from the garage. Cock stiffening stuff.
I have shown her fantastic, pensile bosom to other married men, bachelors, teens, retirees and pensioners. Straight, bi or gay. Real Estate agents, school teachers, even a priest. The complete range of tradesmen, from the obvious down to roller door and security camera installers and a yacht builder. Technicians of all decree, a marine scientist and IT workers. Store owners, truck drivers, gas station employees, car salesmen, couriers, linesmen.
Professional businessmen from all major cities across Aotearoa/New Zealand. Architects to airport cleaners, bakers to beef slaughterers, chemists to curators, dog groomers to dentists, engineers to economists...
Raw boned farm or factory workers from the rural towns, districts or settlements. Inhabitants of the many surrounding or outlying Islands such as Waiheke or the Hauraki Gulf, the Chathams and Stewart. Publican and patrons.
Fast food employees, fishermen, barmen, baristas. A butcher from Te Puke, a baker in Pukekohe and a man who made candles in Christchurch. Policemen and prison inmates. The generationally wealthy and sickness beneficiaries. Bank managers, the unemployed, voyeurs and self-confessed masturbators and just bottom feeding, low life perverts.
The sacrificial offering of images of my wife to other New Zealand men, in a naked and most vulnerable state, has solicited many responses, as this direct quote from a member of her sanctus congregation, known as ‘Ordo Salutis’.
“When I first saw the topless pic of your wife, I was instantly aroused and I had to masturbate then and there. I was rock hard in seconds, looking at those incredible tits - and I came in under 30 staring at them. That was a first. I’ve never cum that quickly."
"Slowly, over the last two weeks, I have virtually stopped looking at pictures of any other woman. This has also never happened before. Your wife has become my ultimate fantasy and I now masturbate daily looking at her beauty, her awesome body and those absolutely incredible tits. I adore her. You are a saint for sharing!”
Jake Stillman, 42. Glen Eden, Auckland
