Willing Cuckold, the Memoirs
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I spent three years being married, and I am now very much aware that my amazing wife has grown into a very sensual woman. She is a striking redhead whose beauty caught the attention of all straight men she ever met. When we married, we were both virgins and totally innocent.
I realized completely that some day I would have to explain to Liza that my cock is really not big at all. I was comfortable with the idea that she might feel a need to explore her sexuality with other men.
Once, we were in bed and I embraced her head bringing it to my chest saying I loved her very much and I think it was good for us both for her to have a lover. I tried to explain that my cock, not more than 3 inches big, could not satisfy her the right way. It totally excited me to dream of her having sex with a well-hung lover. I also said that it would be great pleasure for me to think about her having pleasure without any guilt involved. She could be safe knowing she has support from a very understanding husband. She was far from being impressed. She did not believe I was actually offering her to cheat on me. I begged for her understanding explaining I would not have any jealousy, knowing she had pure fun and being happy with her having extra-marital sex with my consent. Still, she remained unconvinced and said it did not matter to her whether my cock was big or small. It was all she could need or want.
We did not continue discussing this subject, and whenever I tried to resume the conversation, she would stop it.
A month later, Liza made a casual remark about being at a reception with Frances, her friend, and that she met someone she thought would be acceptable for me as her potential date.
I could never realize it would come as such a shock to me, the reality of her actually doing what I yearned for this much.
‘When are you meeting the guy? I asked
If it’s OK with you, tonight, she replied
I was dumbfounded. I was totally shocked and speechless.
But anyway, this is what I’ve been waiting for months. I had no option other than saying how happy I was she finally made up her mind to do it.
This guy was not local and she told me she would be meeting him for cocktails at his hotel in the city. She met him at a reception for visiting businessmen where she went with Frances, her friend.
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How it started and developed
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Me and my wife started dating when we were sixteen. We married 2 years later. We had our silver anniversary not long ago, and our friends and relatives would tell us we were created for each other. They were not wrong. We were really made for one another, but the reasons for that are not all obvious. There’s another thing here, and if they had known, it would be a massive surprise to all of them. Fact is my wife is a dick whore. She just loves having cock inside of her, and, which is not common for women, sees a difference between sex and love. Me, I’m her more than willing cuckold.
This wasn’t like that forever, of course. When I first met Jackie, I could not think such a scenario was possible. Now, looking on it all from today, I see there were quite a number of indicators back in the young days. There was no doubt about her having more experience with sex than me. She loves wearing stockings, daring underwear, even with her jeans on. She always responds positively when I initiate sex and she sometimes initiates it herself. It was pretty obvious that once we have half an hour together, we end up having sex. True, she was a sexy girl, and I wasn’t the first one, not at all.
I guess she had it off with a couple of previous boyfriends, maybe more. The one who stuck in my mind more than all others is this Jim. He was around 4 years her senior and he was far more experienced than her. Discretion, however, was not among his virtues. When they were dating, he used to make it a public thing that he was doing her. I did not know her too well back then but I can totally remember thinking he was a lucky bastard for having sex with such a hot chick.
It was quite a long story. They broke up and a few months later we started dating. I was feeling really proud whenever we would go out and she was by my side. Still I had no exclusive rights to her company. She goes out with her best friend a lot, and she is dating one of Jim’s friends. One night, the girls were out, and they bumped into this boyfriend and Jim. I guess I will never find out whether this was planned or not. The fact is that they had some drinks and then the four of them went to her friend’s place. Her parents were away on vacation so the house was all theirs. I never found out what actually took place, but the fact is that I somehow chanced to pass by this friend’s house the following morning. I saw Jim’s car parked outside! So I’m totally positive Jim and his friend slept in this house. With my knowledge of Jackie, I would be surprised to know that she hadn’t shared beds with Jim. It was quite a disgusting thing to find out, but I made up my mind not to bother her about it, fearing she might leave me. The really weird thing to all this is that I was sort of fascinated of them doing it that night. Sure, my main fear was losing her to her ex, but as it became obvious it was unlikely to happen, my obsession with it all started to grow.
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Hot tub of our neighbor
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To start with, I’m a mere wannabe. Then, my wife claims she would never cuckold me. She would sometimes play with me with some porn on, and occasionally she gets upset with me if I’m too insistent about this matter.
A few nights ago I mentioned to her that I had a dream about her making out with the neighbor in his hot tub. Just her and him, alone in the hot tub while I was at home. She has been in the hot tub one other time with him alone (for real)…and nothing happened. Thats where I assume the dream came from. I mentioned it again yesterday about her and the neighbor…she told me today that she had a dream about making out with him. She seemed kinda kiddish about it. I didn’t say to much. I came home for lunch and kidded her about another fantasy of mine…which I know she doesn’t like…she came out and said…”You have a better chance of me making out with the neighbor, before I would ever do that”.
Some nights ago I told her about my dream where she was making out with the neighbor in his hot tub. They were alone, just her and him in the tub, and I was at home. Actually she was this one time with him alone in the tub, and nothing happened. I guess this is where the dream comes from. I brought it up again yesterday about her and the neighbor. Then she told me she dreamed about making out with him. She seemed to be joking and giggling about it. I didn’t say much. Then, I get home for lunch and make jokes about another fantasy I have… I know she’s not into it… She says like ‘you got a better chance of me making out with him before I would do that.’
After all this she says she would never cuckold me. I hope the seed is planted here. In just a few weeks I’m taking her on a 8 day cruise… Let’s see what happens. Hmmm, I sort of hope she’s taken to the idea. Maybe she makes out with that neighbor or anyone else, soon. To the future!
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Birthday Present in Progress. A True Story.
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Though I’ve been lurking around this site for a while, this is my very first post ever. I never thought I might at some point actually post something. Thing is, yesterday I had a surprise from my beloved wife which I could not but share. I assure everyone this is a true story, every detail of it, and it’s happening as I’m writing this. My point was to document it and accumulate courage to share, believing others might enjoy it.
To start with, a bit of background info. My name is Derek, my wife’s name is Renee. We are both 28 years old and we live in a pretty big city in the Midwest. Ours is a medium sized house in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. My wife is a thin beautiful girl, she has short blond hair, C sized tits and an ass I’m raving about. I guess I will post a pic or two later on to make it more visual. We’ve had quite a nice sex life for our 5 years of marriage. There were some great adventures to keep things exciting. Starting from the beginning of this year, we’ve had the privilege of working from home. Anyway, our relationship has gone up and down through that time. I guess it’s like that with many young marriages.
Last year I was excited about my coming birthday in August, as, like most guys, I was expecting something special from my wife. My birthday came and went and everything I received was a card from her. I kept thinking about a possible sex gift, a surprise she might have, but nothing really happened. I spent a few days wondering why it was like that. I ended up frustrated and we had a couple of fights. Other problems were there as well, but anyway we got over all of them. This summer, I brought this up again and told her I was really hurt by not getting anything special for my last year’s birthday. She told me she understood it, was sorry, and would love to do something extra special this year.
Prior to that, she’d been involved in the ad industry, and it took a lot of her time. As I’ve said, our sex life was pretty good, but she was away a lot, and I ended up on the internet, browsing for porn, to fulfill my desires and fantasies. I guess it happens to guys. Around 2 years ago I got acquainted with the cuckolding scene, and it struck me. I loved the idea of a powerful white wife going out and doing other guys while her hubby was at home. This turned me on. I liked the black bull aspect of this fantasy thing. It brought me to this site, as well as to some others, where I read stories and saved dozens of movies with white wives fucking some black dick.
So, about a year ago from now, I brought up this fantasy in our bedroom. First thing she did was dirty talking about it while we had sex, saying things about her fucking a black man. She was always so vivid and so excited, and I enjoyed every second of it. But that’s what was ever to it, just bedroom talk. About a month ago, however, I was watching TV in the basement while she was working on her laptop nearby me. She suddenly asked about any sites I knew or any porn I had about white wives and black guys. I said sure, why. She said she was interested in things I fantasized about and wanted more connection. She asked for links to stories and videos. I did send some, and a couple of weeks passed without any mentioingn of it all.
Then yesterday came. She spent most of her day at the laptop. But she did not seem like working. I could see her smiling, typing stuff, and then smiling at me again. I asked what was it, and she replied that I would see. I started feeling something was going on. I was watching a football game at about 9pm, when she suddenly shut her laptop and asked me to stand up. I was perplexed but did as she said. She ordered me to kneel down on the floor. I never heard this commanding voice from her. She started speaking and I could not but listen very attentively.
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Cassandra and Francis
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I was browsing through a bunch of paperbacks in the mystery department of Mulligan’s bookshop when I took my first notice of her. She was in the romance section, some shelves to my right. I never saw her enter the store. I must have been busy with the books.
She looked like a woman in her mid thirties. If I told you her cute face caught my eye first, it would have been a lie. Her face was in fact really pretty. But her body was much more than that, it was something to remember. The catchy, provocative clothes she had on made it clear she was well aware of her insanely appealing figure. The tight-fitting top she had on had trouble confining her massive rack, and that miniskirt barely covered the tight cheeks of her lovely butt.
A small wave of arousal passed through my loins when I noticed her sandals, toes open, high heels, toenails painted red. I had to bring all my self-restraining powers together to prevent myself from falling to her feet and licking these yummy toes.
The long brown hair she had was pulled back in a ponytail. Her style was all about a woman on a relaxed Saturday morning shopping round. Still, her dark eye makeup and lips, bright red, gave an impression it was more than books that she was looking for. This was exactly the female type that gave me the shivers and thrown me into uncontrollable panic.
My name is Francis Townsend. My mom gave me this name in honor of a war hero. It, however, did not prevent the bullies at Charles Gordon Elementary from harassing me. They had real fun mocking my female name. The fact that I was a short, thin guy with barely any effeminate features at all did not matter. As I was growing up I was always the target for never-ending playground jokes.
My older sisters, of which I had two, and their friends, always enjoyed dressing me up as a girl. I was always so humiliated when they finished their job and laughed about how totally convincing I looked.
Don’t get this wrong, I’m not trying to say I’m gay or transvestite. I am a heterosexual to the bone. I still have to admit I often fantasize about powerful, dominant women. I have a bit of foot fetish as well. But hell, everybody has his or her couple of kinks.
What I’m really trying to tell you is that I have never been the macho type, the soccer-playing hunk who attracts lovely girls. The girls like the one who was only steps away from me. Generally I try to avoid getting too close to such women. I feel scared shitless. But of course I do appreciate a cute face, a big sexy rack, and a well-shaped behind. Any guy who does not?
As soon as I noticed this super-hot goddess, I could not stop myself from taking secret peeps. I was really smooth at that. I pretended I was reading some preface while I furtively observed her with the corner of my eye. I was feeling like a naughty kid secretly staring at lingerie mannequins as he was walking through a big store, his mother grabbing him firmly by the hand. That was naughty, but I could not help it.
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Chattel
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Chattel – a slave and personal property
It was a bit past 4:30, I pulled into the horseshoe driveway just in front of Bill Robert’s house. I could see at least 10 cars already parked there. I took notice that my wife’s BMW was also there.
I parked my Ford Escape and looked around the place. I visited this house some time ago for an office party. But I seemed to have forgotten how luxurious Bill’s home was. He was doing great as an attorney obviously.
My wife was Bill Robert’s assistance in administrative matters. She thought Bill was a good employer. The salary he paid her was really generous, and the working atmosphere felt great. I used to hear a lot how she enjoys her job, and she also spent many long hours there.
There were these two partners Bill had, Rick Sullivan and Jerry Goodrich. All the three men were really handsome, in their early forties. Also, they were all divorced. Lindsey shared some information with me and I knew their marriages were destroyed because they had trouble with marital fidelity. She would not say this directly, but from the details she gave I realized all three of them were really accomplished playboys.
The company they had, Roberts, Sullivan and Goodrich, was a small but a very prosperous law firm.
Their office manager was Margo Williams. Lindsey told me she had just about as much power in the company as the three head attorneys. She was a divorced woman, late 30s. I once met her at the office party. Margo was a very graceful and elegant blonde, really attractive. I used to feel weak in her presence because of the air of authority all around her.
Each lawyer in the company had an assistant in administrative matters. All of these people were present at the party.
A girl called Trish Gilbert was Rick’s assistant. She was a young dark-haired woman. Her figure was of that kind many men would refer to as ‘soft body.’ I had a suspicion she would worry over her weight when she got older, but back then she was in her mid twenties. Her large breasts, perfectly shaped round ass and a narrow waist gave her a truly sexy, luscious look.
Jerry Conroy was Jerry’s assistant. You could say Lindsey and Jenny were almost identical, like sisters. Both of them were small-chested blondes, young, with slim shapely figures. Lindsey was 23 and I was to believe Jenny was of the same age back in the day.
Jenny was married while Trish was single.
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Unknowing cuck, unknowing bull
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Really, I could not believe this was actually happening. Even right now, looking back onto it all, with several months since that, it looks unreal. Thing is, it did happen, and the entire situation keeps changing and getting even more strange.
I have to say this first time on the boat at Lake Powell was a weird experience. As if I was looking at two people from a distance, through a soft focus lens or something. I can’t explain it. Probably booze has to be blamed at least partially.
There she was, naked, very much aroused, obviously. She gave out quiet moans as she was blowing me. During the day, I had really tried to fight her off. She had been teasing and daring me the entire day. She showed more and more of her body, rubbing against me in the narrow passages of the boat. She was rubbing the tan lotion into her skin slowly and asked for help with it. She would flash her pussy and touch herself bringing her nipples to a stiff, aroused, prominent state. I must say I had accepted her tease once. Earlier that day, I fingered her into a minor orgasm. I had thought it would scare her and make her back off. Wrong!
I was in the state of extreme arousal since early afternoon. She clearly knew it. My defenses were very week in the evening when she started groping me.
Ron and Kori were my best friends. I had bought a house next to theirs around 9 years ago. We had spent plenty of time together. We had also been on vacation together before. Last summer we took a houseboat trip with another couple and Kristi, my fiance.
Surely, there were lots of sex jokes on that trip, quite an amount of sexual tension and flirting. The sexual innuendo seemed to be perpetual. Nothing ever really happened though. The girls would go topless sometimes. We would also skinny-dip in the moonlight now and then, but that was truly innocent.
That trip was so cool we decided to repeat the experience this year. The other couple had decided not to go at the last minute because of a death in the family. We could not get our money back, and Kristi pulled another stupid shit which I will describe in more detail later. So, it was Kori, Ron, and me.
I had really attempted to avoid it all and have my share of money back. Ron and Kori were so insistent and persuaded me to come, saying I needed a getaway and some relaxation. They said they would really have no fun with just the two of them on the massive boat.
Another reason for my hesitation was Kori’s behavior. She had spent years daring me and doing embarrassing, arousing things to me. I really like her and Ron, I just wasn’t sure how much of it I could take. This was an obvious tease and nothing else, and she did enjoy seeing my embarrassment. I was pretty sure she would never go through with stuff like that!
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A Chastity Cycle of Three Months
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It started with one of those dirty weekends of ours, spent away. My wife insisted that I wear the cb3000 for as long as 2 weeks. By the time we arrived at the hotel I was near explosion. The sexual tension was unbearable. She said she had a special cuckolding birthday present for me.
Several months before that I used a dating site to find some willing partners for her. I shortlisted three men. We dropped the first one at the very last minute. Second guy was not available for the time, so we had to pick the third, our only option. We had been lucky because my wife told me she immediately liked him, he was nice, a lot nicer than his photo suggested.
Our first date was the time when they kissed and fondled each other in the back of the car as I watched them from the drivers seat. She gave him a handjob and he spurted all over the top of her black stockings. After that, I was really willing to see him make love to my adorable wife. Alas, they never seemed to be able to get things together, until, I guess, now.
Then, she told me straight away that she had booked two nearby rooms in the hotel. One was for us and the other one was for her lover by which I guess she meant Rod, but that was part of the surprise.
Just as soon as we reached the room, she ordered me to bet undressed and put a humiliating French maid costume on. It was completed with white stockings and white pinnafoir. I could not say I enjoyed the idea of her lover seeing me like this, but she assured me this would never happen.
There I was, hands cuffed behind my back, I’m on my knees, and my face was deep buried in her hairless pussy. My cock was rubbing against the tight embrace of the nylon. Suddenly her phone rang. She gave me a slap, told me to get on with it, and spent some minutes chatting with her lover. Right away I felt very jealous for her loving tone as she was talking to him. I enjoyed hearing her flirt with men but I kinda hated it at the same time. It’s something you don’t understand if you are not a cuckold.
She pushed me away, hung up the phone and ordered me to kneel in the corner. She then went to the lover’s room to help him get settled. It felt like it took her ages to come back, but then she returned. She was alone which I liked. To return, she used a connecting door installed between the suits.
What she did next was telling me to get my sac from the suitcase we brought. It’s a body bag made of rubber, with a rubber zipper in the front. Inside, it has arm sleeves. The thing is really right when zipped. Soon she had me fully secured and lying in bed. I was wrapped in tight black rubber head to toe. It was really hot inside. I could very well feel my sweat coming out through the maid outfit which I still had on. I felt totally helpless. She had so much power over me and I could see she was smiling.
‘Now I will go and have my brains banged out by my lover. Do you want me to leave this door opened so that you can hear it all?’
‘Yes,’ I replied, my cock struggling out of its prison
‘Dear, you are not too good with your manners, right?’
‘Please, Ma’am, yes,’ I muttered
‘Alrightie, my pet. Let me just cover you with my leather coat so that you can enjoy the lovely scent of leather and my perfume as you listed to a real man doing your wife.’
Hearing things with the sound of my own heavy panting under the coat was tricky. It was a gorgeous experience. I had never imagined she could be so vocal in sex. I was lying there, wondering whether she was teasing me or it was really this good.
Soon I heard the door being shut. Then I had to shut my eyes as the coat was lifted from my face. In a second I opened my eyes and saw my beloved wife standing there with nothing on but her hold up stockings. She had one hand cupped beneath her crotch. She smiled and said: ‘Ready for your present for the birthday, sweetie? Here it is!’ She climbed onto the bed and straddled my chest. I realized what was the present all about. I often had fantasies about cleaning her with my tongue after a nasty fuck session with another man. I could never believe though it could happen for real. I always thought she would have never agreed to have bareback sex with anyone but me. She removed her hand and treated me to an outstanding sight. Thick white cum was dripping from her lips, wet and swollen. A bit of it detached from the load and landed on my cheek. It was truly disgusting. I thought it was too much, it was real, not in my fantasy. I attempted to turn my head away. She grabbed my face with her strong, smooth thighs. She cooed ‘happy birthday slave’ as she spread her legs and her crotch was pushed onto my face.
I shut my eyes and pushed my lips together. I was waiting for her to free me. I waited, until I realized I was gasping for air and had real trouble breathing. She told me to start cleaning up there if I wanted any air. She sounded austere.
I tried not to do a thing for a long as I could. I searched for ways to pull in some air but I was desperate and it did not work out. I gave in soon and pushed my tongue into her overflowing twat. She moved up a bit so that I could have some air. It was salty and bitterish, the taste, but generally better than I’d imagined. Then suddenly there was sort of a little explosion and there I was, my face all covered with some guy’s sperm mixed with the love liquids of my dear wife. My mind exploded then, too. I went crazy licking and swallowing everything, nearly getting drowned, in cum as well as in my own degradation. This was my way to express love towards this exceptional woman.
She could not miss the chance. Pretty soon she started rubbing her cunt against my face, pushing her lips into my mouth fucking my nose with her swollen clit. More hot sperm was flowing into my hungry mouth, and then I heard a groan of release.
‘It was a nice job, slave,’ she said. ‘Still I have to return to my lover right now. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon, and my yet another special gift will be putting your mask on for you.’ Our mask is a tight rubber thing with an inflatable cock gag and two nose holes, really small. The neck of the mask embraces my neck really tight, airtight, I would say. It’s secured inside the top part of the rubber sac. She continued: ‘Let’s make sure you can still smell and taste me here as well as in this rubber.’ Saying this she opened the neck of the mask, spat inside it as many as three times, and rubbed the sides against each other to create a smooth layer of spit. It was not enough for her! She then spat in my face leaning forward. Three times, too. And slid the mask over my face.
There I was, fully cocooned, sweating in this latex body bag, face floating in a mixture of my wife’s spit, pussy juice, and cum of her lover. I realize I should have been sickened and disgusted. But the two weeks of teasing and denial had their effect. I could not help it. My cock was nearing explosion in its harsh prison. My hips moved involuntarily trying to acquire the friction for my cock which I needed so bad.
‘Now stop that right now!’ My wife scolded. ‘You behave yourself. Or would you like me to bring my lover in here, turn you over and have him use his belt on your sorry wimp ass?’
She scolded me for that: ‘Stop right now! Behave yourself. Or I will bring my lover over here and have him turn you over to give your ass a real hard time with his belt!’
That pretty much stopped me.
‘Oh and as long this was brought up, I thought you might be interested – it’s not Rod who’s in there.’
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Cuckold and Femdom, our Trip
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This was inspired by Lisalovesbig, thanks for the kick, I had plans to do this for quite a time now.
Me and R met a couple of years ago. I was studuing at school he taught at during that time. His hunkish looks struck me. Imagine a man doing lots of workout, a real 6’3’’ bodybuilder. He had this ponytail and his hair was shoulder length. Totally low body fat, I figure he was doing lots of competitions back then. His size was a bit over 7 inches, but this was a good bit I discovered a bit later…
Me, I was in town for a week or so during a month cause I was an air hostess for a major airline.
I spent a year being frustrated a lot. There was this assumption of mine that as long as he was this sporty, he’d fancy slim girls which were aplenty in the gym any time I went in there. He looked so distant and unobtainable. I wasn’t obese of course, but I did join the gym to lose a bit of weight and improve my shape. Also, he had a girlfriend and he’d been living with her for 3yrs or so.
I need to say I was really into him so much it hurt so at one point I quit the gym.
Little did I know that he liked me a lot. He wasn’t actually into skinny chicks. I turned out to be his perfect one, short, dark hair, curvy and all that.
Anyway this was a real obsession, I spent the year flirting and visiting the gym often. This amounted to nothing so I stopped…
One day, I got a call from him and we went out to lunch. Somehow I poured out my true feelings, no sooner than we were driving home. He was so excited he nearly crashed the car. So, we started seeing each other, and we refer to that day as the car crash day, not anniversary……
If you may ask, I did not steal the man from this then GF. I have to admit I would have done so, but anyway when I quit the gym, they broke up, which is lucky for me. I was 27, and R was 32yo.
What was in our past
R had one 6 year relationship and he also was in this 3 year relationship as well. He used to do some work like night club security or something. Guess it makes him far more experienced than me. I also know he had a bunch of threesomes in his past…
My part, you know, I did not have this much luck. When I was around 17, I ended up in this affair with a married man. He was my first sexual partner. Time passed and I got more experienced with these things. It sorta made me realized what a lousy partner he was. Speaking of proper relationships, I met this guy on a vacation and soon we were living together. It lasted for 3 years or so. He was incredibly hung, very thick, I wish I could meet him again, hehe. He was big but had no idea how to use the thing, so the sex kinda was a thing to avoid. When it happened, it really hurt. Then, I had something with this other guy, a sweet dude but really small. I must say it did not last long. Also I got involved into several one night stands which all sucked really. So, here I am, 27, never brought to orgasm by a man when I met R.
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Interest in husband slowly going away
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Really makes me think whether there’s any alternative to that.
In fact, I figure most women will form this or that type of bond in their ongoing sexual relationship, however strong they feel about their husbands.
For me, it’s impossible. Every minute with my bf is filled with magic. We meet only when we want and can, the sex is amazing, we exchange those sweet messages and so on. Never any trouble in this imaginary world we have constructed. And I guess this contributes to a separate relationship.
It couldn’t be any different.
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I’m sitting at my desk right now, jerking off
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I’m sitting at my desk right now, jerking off and watching the hottest fucking porn I have ever seen. What makes it more special is that it’s my dear wife, getting herself gang banged by 4 guys, taking turns with her. Her loud moans sound so familiar it touches off another wave of hot lust as I watch her take some hellacious abuse. She’s getting happily abused by men calling her a cock whore and skanky slut and telling her what to do. They slap her now and then, to enforce The Rules of her behavior, then use her again and again. And she always comes back for more. Truth is, this is what she fucking lives for now.
Yes, this was all recorded by me. I was the lucky camera man at this sexy little event, as she insisted. Watching it now it stuns me just how low I have sunk, I guess, in terms of giving her what she wanted. 2 black dudes and two of the local Mexicans showed up for this party – all no doubt invited by my slut wife.
So there I was, being the little camera guy, getting closeups of her sucking big black and Mexican cock. It was me, getting behind her to watch guys pound her willing asshole with an unending stream of fucking. She has made me operate the camera before and I now know the views she especially likes. She loves me getting close while she sucks. She says it’s her favorite part, having me watch it all this close. In fact, it isn’t her that watches all this later – it’s me. I don’t think she expected that. She just wants me close by when other men fuck her. She often looks directly at the camera and me when she gets especially naughty.
Looking at this now, my little 4 inch cock pops up and throbs as I stroke away at it. Fuck, its really pretty crazy and Oh So Hot.
There she is, lying on her back in our wedding bed, her hands both stroking the cocks of guys nearby, her head hanging off the edge of the bed, upside down, as some black guys slides his huge dick in and out her her mouth. I mean, you can even see it fill her throat as it forces its way down her pipes. She asked me to make sure I got this one in a closeup and I do. Her eyes, which I couldn’t see well behind the camera, look directly at me in the movie. She wants me watching, big time. Her exhibitionist and her sexually cruel sides merge in my humiliation. Her lips tighten around the guy’s cock as he fills her up. Then he starts pounding harder. It flat disappears down her throat and I can see her choking on it, but never leaving the sucking. He tells her she can do better and she sucks harder.
The camera then travels down her body to where she is getting her pussy fucked by a dude who has a hold of her legs in his hands and who spreads them completely outwards as he fucks her.Overall, as I pan back, she looks like some useful fuck and suck toy, made to pleasure big numbers of guys at once. Which, come to think of it, is exactly what she is.
Jacking off here at the desk, I remember the parts we did not record and it makes me even hotter. These guys had all cum on her – two of them did it twice – and she had swallowed a couple of quarts of cum as well. When the last guy finished off, she lay there, nearly exhausted with cum literally splashed all over her entire body – especially her face. It was my job to clean her up – and we are not talking towels and washcloths. I must have licked up another quart of cum, just to makemy wife happy.
Things have taken on a life
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Things have taken on a life of their own now in the sexual life between my wife and I. Where first she scolded me and demanded the sex she felt I was not giving her, now she has just plain started affairs on her own. And it gets worse. She makes me watch them – and in the same room! It went from her having me watch her having it off with other men from a closet to far more involvement. Now, my sad ass is forced into all sorts of humiliating situations, from cleaning up her just-fucked pussy to having her have more than one man using her in front of me. Needless to say, their attitudes are totally degrading.
This gets a little humiliating, but I don’t even care any more. Let me just say now, most of this I have found to be highly satisfying. I would never ever thought I would talk like this, but I actually get totally turned on watching her get used like a total slut. I know this, too – she sure is a happy camper these days.
She met the guys at the door, dressed in her brief nightie with the low-slung top. These are guys who work for our gardener who she made arrangements with sometime yesterday. I never know. They smiled wide, seeing her big tits about to spill out of her top and those nylons she wore, running all the way up to her bare pussy. They looked nervously over at me and she laughed:
“Don’t mind him, That’s my useless husband. I’m letting him watch today.”
And, with that, she got down on her knees and reached up to each guy’s zipper and zipped them down. Pulling out one of their cocks, she immediately started sucking on it, then went to the next guy, moaning at its big size, even semi-erect, then noisily going down and slurping loudly all around it.
“God, you taste terrific, she moaned. “I think I can keep you guys busy.”
I sit and watch. She then orders me to strip off my clothes and she and the guys tie me to the chair. “We don’t want you near my pussy, Honey, until these guys have had what they came for,” she smiled, cinching the knot. I was in tight, my little dick straining upwards. This was new and exciting. “I could cum without touching myself,” I thought to myself. She looked at me, satisifed.
“You’re a pathetic-looking son of a bitch, Charlie. Are you ready now to watch how real men fuck a whore? Oh, I am a naughty slut, aren’t I? Fuck – these guys are hot!”
She turned to the guys whose cocks were standing at attention and laying back on our bed. She joined them there and began sucking again. Her deep throating the big guy was amazing. She actually finally got that huge choad down her throat, like she was trying to do. Her other buddy had his hand at her pussy and was fingering her wildly. Her breathing became irregular and loud as her moans increased. “Oh, God, someone fuck me, pleeeease,” she shouted.
Her big new friend grabbed her and turned her around, raising her ass and sticking a finger in it. He probed with his finger into her butt, then licked his figner and jammed it all the way in. Meanwhile she was sucking away on his mate. Just going for it, as sloppy as before, and looking up into his face. She looked so fucking hot there, stuck on two guys’ large dicks and rotating like some pig on a fire. She let him fuck her ass – something she would never let me even try.
They both came at the same time, filling her mouth and her ass with hot loads of cum. She drank her share, gulping it down like a glass of milk, wiggling her ass for her rearward new buddy. My own cock was dripping with either pre cum or cum, I could not tell, but watching all that was the hottest thing ever for me. I wanted to lick her pussy so bad I could taste it and I knew that was next.
Cuckold Humiliation
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My status as a fully content cuckold husband began by accident. Perhaps even more surprising is how it has literally improved my life. I was not raised to think that watching another man fuck my wife would be a positive experience. I was naive.
My wife is 16 years younger than I am – a gorgeous 32 year old, full bodied woman with a sexual appetite probably twice as hot as mine. My big motive forces in life have surrounded making money, from the time I entered college until I graduated and got the Wall Street gig I now have. I hang with smart guys to whom making money is a measure of success and worth. I love having my trophy wife hanging off my arm and she knows this. We get along well and even share laughs and interests now and then. But sexually? Different fucking planets. It came to a boil when she told me she was seeing other guys. “You just aren’t enough for me, Charlie. You have a small dick and no passion.”
I was shocked. It was humiliating as hell. I started to get mad but she laughed. “Don’t start, Charlie. You’ve been turning me down for months. Did you expect anything else?”
She then told me I would have to watch the next time she had sex with another guy. It was either that or she was leaving. I reluctantly agreed to try it. What was even more bizarre was how it came down. She went outside and, in 5 minutes, came back in with the gardener, Juan.
Watching from the closet as she stripped for him and his eyes got humongous, I couldn’t believe this was my very own wife, seducing the shit out of Juan. She got totally naked, then went to him and kissed him, then went to her knees in front of him. “I want to taste you, Juan, and I mean all of you!”
With that she tore our Mexican gardener’s pants off and sucked him off, dangling off his cock with her lips, forcing me to watch as she swallowed this guy’s long cock and choked on it, gobbling more and more although she was choking. But she really went for it, finally bringing him off, a shocked and loaded Juan shooting his jizz into her hot mouth. It was almost too much to bear. Fuck it was fucking hot.
As his cum trailed down her chin, his surprise at all this was nearly as hot as the action itself. I also came in my pants without even touching my own dick!
It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. She sent him on his way with a kiss and a promise to repeat it next time he mowed the grass and then came over to me in the closet. “Eat my hot cunt, Charlie,” she moaned. I spent the next half hour with my face between her legs until she finally came, sluicing my face and head with her juices and wrapping her legs tight around my head. Her box was as hot as a fireplace.
“Now the next guy, Charlie” she moaned, her eyes looking glazed and other-worldly. “But this time I want you in the room when he fucks me.”
She dialed the telephone and a number from memory and ordered a pizza from the local pizzeria. When she finished, she sat back and played with her pussy, looking at me. Still staring, she finally said: “You want me to fuck this new guy for you, baby? He has a huge cock. He’s black. I fucked him before.”
I nodded a weak “Yes”, completely taken off guard by this new slut with attitude and the white hot pussy, complete with her hot secrets. From this point on, I was her slave and cuckold boy and I loved it all. It was a ride I would follow for a long time to come.