1. Cuckold Horns Symbol Tattoo
2. Cuckold Horns Symbol

'Bob has a kinky little fantasy I think you'd love to hear...,' Julie said to David.
She gave Bob a sly grin.
'Um...yeah I do actually,' Bob replied slowly.
The three of them were sitting in the salon, David and Julie on the sofa, Bob on the ottoman. The terrace doors were open and a cool breeze ruffled the curtains. They had had a few glasses of wine and the atmosphere was relaxed and sensual.
The conversation had turned to sex; experiences, turn-ons and of course....fantasies.
'Wait....give me just one minute darling, I'll be right back,' Julie interrupted, giving him a suggestive smile. She got up and left the salon.
There was silence; then the soft rustle of fabric falling to the floor as if she had taken something off and the clack of heels. A minute later she walked casually back into the salon.
Bob stared in disbelief and felt his cock start to throb in anticipation.
Julie was wearing just a provocative black lace bra, tiny black panties with a string of pearls running down the crack of her pussy and a pair of sexy high heels. She had applied a luscious deep red gloss to her lips. She smiled at them both, sat down again next to David and slid her hand into his crotch, lightly stroking the considerable bulge that had arisen there. He smiled back at her knowingly as if he sensed what was coming.
'You were saying?' Julie purred, looking Bob straight in the eyes with an expression of amusement.
'Well....I would love to watch how another man undresses you, kisses you, gets you wet, and then fucks you all night long....I want you to make me watch you...,' he said softly.
'Mmmm, I like that idea,' she grinned back at him. 'What do think, would you like to fuck me while Bob watches us.....now?' she whispered into David's ear as she stroked his growing erection.
'I'd love to,' he replied thickly, stroking her thigh in return, 'but you can only watch, ok?' to Bob. Bob nodded, staring at Julie's hand on David's crotch.
'First, I think you should strip for us darling....then I'd like you to sit over there,' Julie indicated to Bob, pointing to one of the chairs placed across from the sofa.
Bob stood up and did as she asked, peeling off his clothes till he stood completely naked before them. His cock was rock hard, betraying his arousal in anticipation of Julie cuckolding him before his very eyes. She smiled at him teasingly as she continued to stroke David's erection.
'Hmm, you are excited aren't you? Sit down over there darling, I'm going to tie you up, just to make sure you don't interrupt us while we're busy fucking hmmm?'
He sat down on the chair. Julie walked over and with a pair of silk tassels proceeded to tie his ankles to the chairlegs, nice and tight. She moved behind him, brought his wrists together and tied them too. She breathed into his ear, licked it slowly and whispered 'Ready to enjoy our sex show pet? I want you to watch me as I kiss him, fondle his balls and suck his cock. You know how I love to suck a nice, hard, thick cock, don't you? I want you to watch as he eats my pussy and then fucks me.... hard and deep while I look you in the eyes...I've been told David is a fucking machine...I'm going to ride his thick cock all night long...mmm and I'm going to make you watch and hear everything. I'm going to put the horns on you darling......does that excite you?'
'Yes, cuckold me please,' Bob whispered, his cock throbbing eagerly in response to her words.
She sauntered to the centre of the salon and turned on the little wireless speaker that stood on the coffeetable. A slow, raunchy jazz tune filled the room with music.
Turning to face him, she started a sensual dance, her hands gliding over her smooth body, reaching up into her thick black hair, gathering it up over her head.
She flashed him a devilishly sexy smile and licked her lips.
David moved up behind her and placed his hands around her waist.
He was naked now too except for a white pair of boxers. Bob hadn't even noticed him undressing, he was so fixated on Julie's provocations.
David's hands were all over her body, sliding over her buttocks, between her thighs and up, where they squeezed her tits lightly. He undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.
Bob looked hungrily at her exposed tits, the nipples hard and erect in arousal. Slowly David peeled down her panties and she stepped out of them carefully.
Her pussy glistened in the soft light; David massaged her wet pussylips and clit with his index finger and began to rub it lightly. Julie moaned appreciatively and turned around, her red lips searching his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he kissed her back hungrily.
Julie began licking and kissing her way down his chest, past his navel, towards his crotch. In one swift movement she pulled off his boxers exposing his long thick cock. She gave Bob a sly sexy wink and murmered 'mmm, want to see me suck his cock darling?' before taking the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it lazily.
Julie absolutely loved sucking cock. Her pussy tingled as she sucked him off expertly, all the while her hooded eyes never leaving Bob's, teasing him with a sultry smile, making sure he had a perfect view of her red lips sliding up and down David's thick erection.
Bob watched as she planted wet kisses all along David's twitching cock and heavy balls, leaving tell tale smears of her fuck-me red lipstick everywhere.
How he longed to stroke his cock....but she had ensured that he could only watch. He writhed in his chair; the titillation of their foreplay was excruciating.
As if reading his mind, Julie slowly stroked David's cock and gave Bob a teasing look. 'Mmmm, you'd love to wank, wouldn't you darling, while I make love to his cock, like this?' Bob's cock bobbed up and down helplessly. Julie smiled and licked the length of David's cock, from his heavy balls to the head. 'Mmmm, you know how much I love sucking cock. Just imagine what it will look like fucking my tight hot pussy, sliding in and out....making me moan, making me cum...'
David lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the sofa.
He lay her down on her back and slowly spread her legs. Bob thought she had never looked sexier as she lay there, completely naked except for her stiletto heels, her shapely legs spread wide open, her pussy moist and inviting, waiting for David's tongue to pleasure her.
Kneeling between her legs he began to lick and suck her hungry pussy voraciously, alternating up and down strokes with light circling motions around her engorged clit. Occasionally he would dip his tongue deep into her warm cunt, tasting her sex, her pussy juices, her desire. 'Mmmmmm yes,' she panted with pleasure, 'make me nice and wet for that fat cock of yours'.
As if on cue, David climbed on the sofa and slid under her, his erection protruding between her thighs. Julie leaned back against him as he started to knead her tits from behind. She caressed his cock, pressing it against her swollen pussylips. Then, looking Bob in the eye with a wicked little smile she said 'ready to see him fuck me properly, darling?' and pushed the head of David' cock into her slippery pussy.
With his hands on her waist David started to pump her hot cunt rhythmically, lifting her up, pulling her down, impaling her deliciously on his thick shaft. The smell of sex mixed with her perfume filled the room, heavy and intoxicating.
David fucked her masterfully, plunging his cock deep into her pussy with long smooth strokes, both of them gasping and moaning in ecstasy; when he sensed she was on the verge of coming he would tease her and slow down and then speed up his fucking rhythm again.
Smiling at Bob as she rode lustfully on David's hard cock she moaned, 'You like watching me get properly fucked like this, don't you darling mmmm?'
'I love it,' he nodded, fixated by the sight of David's hands on Julie's tits while his dick pumped rythmically in and out of her wet pussy.
'Just like that yes, fuck me, fuck me hard...show him how you fuck me,' she purred in ecstasy.
Finally she could take it no more and began to climax, moaning loudly, her pleasure emanating from her pussy throughout her whole body, her cunt juices visibly dripping down David ́s cock and balls as she came.
As her orgasm slowly receded, she felt David was about to come too. She let his cock plop out of her red and swollen pussy and started to jack him off. Leaning her head back, she gave him a long wet kiss and whispered 'I want you to come all over me mmmm'. David's body convulsed and he shot thick spurts of hot, creamy white cum all over her belly and tits. She massaged his cum into her tits and looking Bob in the eyes with a teasing smile, licked her fingers, relishing the taste.
'I want more, I want you to fuck me all night darling,' she murmered to David.
He whispered something in response and Julie's eyes opened wide in surprise and then she smiled, looking over at Bob. 'Really? Mmm that sounds kinky....' She got up and walked over to Bob. She undid his restraints and brought her mouth to his ear. 'David told me he'd like you to lick me clean and........he'd like you to get him hard so that he can fuck me again....I know you want to see him fucking me again....so would you do that for me darling hmm?
The thought of you fluffing him for me makes me wet. And this time you can stroke your cock while you watch us fuck. Would you like that?'
He did want to watch them fuck again, more than anything. He looked her in the eyes and nodded slowly. 'Mmm good, this is going to be interesting,' she smiled and led him back to the sofa.
She lay down next to David and spread her legs. Bob knelt before her and started to tenderly kiss and lick her well- fucked pussy. 'Gently darling, that big cock has left me a little sore,' Julie said. She kissed David and took hold of his semi-erect cock. 'Sore or not, I want you to fuck my pussy raw tonight,' she whispered to him.
Bob licked her gently, completely aroused by the smell and taste of their recent fuck-session. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and sticky after the intense fucking David had pleasured her with.
Julie moaned softly; Bob's tongue soothed and excited her tender pussy at the same time.
'That's lovely....now let's see if you can get David hard again for round two hmm?'
She climbed on top of David, straddling his waist and with one hand on his cock, held it in front of Bob's mouth. 'Darling, I want to see you suck his cock for me.'
Hesitantly he took him into his mouth. It felt strange and unfamiliar. He raised his eyes and saw Julie looking down at him, an expression of fascination and arousal on her face. 'Ummm, this is so deliciously kinky,' she smiled at him, 'fluff him for me darling.' Her pussy tingled with excitement. She fingered her clit as she watched Bob slowly suck the cock that would soon be buried deep inside her eager cunt again.
Bob felt David's cock begin to swell and stiffen and soon it was as rock hard as it had been only five minutes earlier. 'Umm well done pet,' Julie moaned, seeing that David was nice and hard again, 'now put him in me please...' Bob took David's erection and held it steady under her pussy. He nudged the tip in and she slid down easily on to him, her cunt making a wet sucking sound as she gripped his cock tightly. David licked and sucked hungrily on her tits as they started round two of their fuck show.
Bob looked on closely as David's balls slapped against her ass and stroked his cock in delight.
'Ooooh he fucks me so well darling, his cock feels so good,' Julie moaned. She gathered her hair over her head as she ground her hungry pussy onto David's cock and looking down at Bob she gave him another sexy grin. 'Like the view pet? I think you'll be wearing those horns all night long.'

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The Cuckold’s HornsMay 16, 2014

***Thanks to Ricardo and Neil for help with this post***

The cuckold’s horns is a sign, usually indicated by two fingers placed over the head, of a man whose wife has been unfaithful. In many countries – not least the UK, see photo – the actual symbolism has been forgotten and only the offence remains. This blogger went to a secondary school where it was felt to be hilarious to ruin a photograph by sneaking fingers over a fellow’s head, but none of the eleven and twelve years involved had the slightest idea what a cuckold was; in fact, they had no idea what a girl was, but that’s another and a far more depressing story.

How old is the symbol and more importantly what have horns got to do with fooled spouses? As to age it would be nice to report that it stretches back into antiquity, but there are no convincing Greek or Roman references. While there is enough Greek and Roman material surviving for us to put together a fairly impressive list of classical hand signs: for example, a Roman scratching his ear at a man, implies the man is gay.

However, the cuckold’s horns are definitely there in the Middle Ages. That great medievalist Peter Dronke noted a reference in the late 1100s in the work of Bernart de Ventadour. The earliest image of the cuckolded husband apparently dates, meanwhile, to a fourteenth-century French manuscript (of Gratian’s Decretals), where a husband is shown with antlers on: frustratingly I’ve not been able to examine the image, I’ve just read about it. The earliest surviving finger horn is, instead, perhaps in the two images above: the first Flemish, the second French. The second, a copy, is a work by Francois Bunel (not Brunel as found in several references!): thanks to Neil H for the correction and the dating. C. 1580 for the first and 1580-1587 for the second. The renaissance was obssessed with cuckolds, far more so than the middle ages: not sure why.

The most difficult question is, of course, where does the idea of a cuckold’s horns originate? There are many theories but the best notion has to be that pushed a generation ago by Graber and Richter (1987). They referred to a curious agricultural custom whereby castrated roosters (capons) had their spurs transplanted onto their combs: where they grew into the comb as horns. (Talk about adding insult to injury.) The cuckolded husband is neutered, hence the capon’s horns. If all this sounds interesting but hardly cuckoldish, consider that the German word for cuckold is Hahnrei (rooster-deer): etymological proof always sounds so convincing. The problem is that most studies suggest that the practice originated in the Latin Mediterranean (i.e. that’s where we get most early evidence) but the connection there was with goats not roosters… Awkward. Any other quarter credible theories: drbeachcombing At yahoo DOT com

Also an afterthought. The picture above suggests that the finger horns can take various forms. Is it possible that the two fingers evolved in Britain into the two finger insult?

16 May 2014: Chris S writes in ‘I did take a peek at that W site, and it’s alleged (but cited) theory is the horns are references to deer. Those comely does are fickle sorts, having no time for losers and rolling in the hay with any buck who can best her mate. On the other hand, my cursory inquiry into the mating habits of cervidae show females are like poker chips, with no say in the matter. Anthropocentrism coloring that hypothesis, obvs. In Caesar’s Unicorn it was mentioned ‘bos’ was a catch-all for hooved animals. Maybe goats were funnier than deer, and the tradition endured?’ Thanks Chris. I think the problem with the deer theory, as with many is that the horns are applied to the man not to the woman.

18 May 2014: Neil writes in with this fascinating email: I disagree on one point, but I’ll write a subsequent post because I find it so interesting. ‘Thanks for the credit for the Bunel, and for the articles and forgive me for being dubious but it’s what I do. I remember the gesture at school too, but it was “rabbit’s ears” – i.e., a bit thick, certainly not reproductive or, for cuckolds, non-reproductive.(1) I think the two fingers gesture is a great deal more complex. I share your doubts about the relevance of curious additions to cocks’ heads in Italy. It fits symbolically but not historically and there is no mechanism. Or at least, it fits the early associations of cuckolds with horns in England which are often not pairs, but there is no mechanism, but it doesn’t fit the later reverse V sign, for which there is a mechanism, on which more later. I speculate as follows, expanding on your post: Cuckolds, like the poor, have always been with us. In early modern England I would connect the prominence of cuckolds to the concerns about the change in social roles, which is played out in the church courts, in which adultery is an offence against social order, and in local actions against couples where traditional gender roles were reversed (e.g., skimmingtons). The cuckold was not just a figure of fun but actually a representative of a danger to the fabric of society, because a married man was supposed to control his wife. In this context the symbolism of the horn on the woman in the True and Certaine Discourse (1588) in McEachern needs no help from Sigmund Freud. The horn is not with the man but with the woman. The finger gesture demonstrates that the man’s horn is not where it should be, whether it is one or two fingers. Chris S’s comment may be relevant here; does mate with whichever male is dominant at any one time, which may be sequential, and the penultimate male is usually run off by the dominant one, which is a good symbol for the cuckold. Early modern England was also fertile ground for the creation, or adoption, of symbols. There seems to have always been a distinction between the English and the continentals as to the number of fingers required to insult someone (2). I have been trying to find authoritative evidence of when Commedia del Arte players first came to England. There is a secondary reference to Italian players in London in 1566, and better evidence for the 1570s. Assuming the paintings date to the 1580s it is reasonable to assume the gesture was on stage a decade or so before. Even without direct evidence I think it’s reasonable to say that there was enough transmission of ideas between Italy and England (e.g., John Florio) to make the theatrical gesture known, without a performance in England. The two questions are whether the gesture (a) was original stagecraft or use on stage of a gesture used in Italy and (b) was it in use in England before that?(3) Enough for now. Neil (1) The great FOAF of school photographs was the boy who ran from one end to the other to appear twice. I assume it’s a myth. (2) Which brings to mind the wonderful chapters in Rabelais in which the English scholar Thaumast contests with Panurge by gestures alone (Book 2 Chapter 19) which includes the English V sign and Panurge is counselled on marriage and the inevitability of cuckoldry (Book 3 Chapter 28) which in the Urquhart translation includes “have you no remedy nor salve against this malady of garffing horns in heads?” (3) I would be interested to know the earliest representation of cuckold’s horns in England – and how many fingers are used.’ Thanks, Neil!

21 July 2015: Elia writes in with this linked BBC article. This is a crucial passage.

Cuckold Horns Symbol Tattoo

The word derives from old French for a cuckoo (“cucu”). The females of some species of cuckoo lay their eggs in other birds’ nests and leave them to bring up the offspring. So, with that whiff of unfaithfulness, the carefree bird gave us the word “cuckold”, which came in the Middle Ages to mean a husband with an errant wife. But there are more subtleties in that rude gesture. The word “cuckold” also implies that the husband is unaware of his wife’s infidelities. And he might only find out on the arrival of a baby – palpably not his. Which takes us back to the cuckoo. References to cuckolds abound in English literature. In centuries past, marital infidelity was good for laughs. Such as in Chaucer’s The Miller’s Tale, in which a young suitor comes up with the most convoluted scheme to entice his young lover away from her suspicious, elderly husband. “For she was wild and young, and he was old, And deemed himself as like to be a cuckold.” Shakespeare loved cuckolds – many of his characters suspected they had become one. Cue anger, jealousy, murder and, of course, comedy. The word was also an excellent insult… “crooked-pated old cuckoldy ram” is one of the more colourful.

Cuckold Horns Symbol